FE!N Songtext

von Travis Scott

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Der Song 'FE!N' von Travis Scott handelt von seinem Leben im Rampenlicht, seinem Ruhm und den Herausforderungen, die dam...

Just come outside for the night (yeah)
Take your time, get your light (yeah)
Johnny Dang, yeah, yeah
I been out geekin′ (bitch)

FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (yeah)
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (yeah)
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N (yeah), FE!N, FE!N

The career's more at stake when you in your prime (at stake)
Fuck that paper, baby, my face on the dotted line (dot, yeah)
I been flyin′ out of town for some peace of mind (yeah, yeah, bitch)
It's like always they just want a piece of mine (ah)
I been focused on the future, never on right now (ah)
What I'm sippin′ not kombucha, either pink or brown (it′s lit)
I'm the one that introduced you to the you right now (mmm, let′s go)
Oh my God, that bitch bitin' (that bitch bitin′)
Well, alright (alright), tryna vibe (I'm tryna vibe this)
In the night, come alive
Ain′t asleep, ain't a-, ain't a-, ain′t-ain′t

FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N

Syrup, woah, what?
What? (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
What? (yeah)
Woah, woah (yeah, yeah)
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide
Hit, yeah, hold up (yeah)

I just been poppin' my shit and forgettin′ it live, hold up
Yeah, you try to come wrong 'bout this shit, we poppin′ your tires, hold up (shit)
Uh, hundred round, huh, uh, feelin' like I′m on ten
Playin' both sides with these hoes, hold up, shawty, I'm fuckin′ your friend, hold up
I′ve been goin' crazy, shawty, I′ve been in the deep end
She not innocent, shit she tryna go

FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (oh)
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (oh)
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N

Uh, I just been icin' my hoes, I just been drippin′ my hoes
That's a whole ′nother level, shawty, I got these hoes on they toes, huh
I put the bitch the road, she tryna fuck on the O (hol' up, hol' up)
I got the ho with me, she tryna show me some (hol′ up, hol′ up)
I got flows for days, these niggas ain't on nothin′ (hol' up, hm)
Me and my bro locked in, you know we on one
We in the spot goin′ crazy until the sun up
You worried about that ho, that ho done chose up
Pistols all in the kitchen, can't give the zip code up, hold up, yeah (wow-wow)
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Homixide, yeah)
Why the fuck these niggas actin′ like they know us?
Double O, Cactus, shit, we towed up
Switch out the bag, these niggas get rolled up (it's lit)
Everything lit, hold up, everything, everything, everything

FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide