“Sicko Mode” is the third observe from Travis Scott’s new album Astroworld, and it is some of the distinctive. The observe rings out with the acquainted voice of Drake after which seamlessly shifts as Scott is available in with a brand new beat across the one-minute mark. Impressively, Scott makes one other mid-song swap, making this observe really feel as if it is three solely totally different songs. While every half is distinct in its beat and vocalists, the general tone and vibe is in some way not misplaced within the five-minute tune.
Other musicians are impressed by Scott’s current work, together with digital music powerhouse Skrillex. Just two days in the past, Skrillex teased us with a 15-second clip of him remixing Travis Scott’s “Sicko Mode.”
Scott even offers a shout-out to girlfriend Kylie Jenner on the finish of the observe, which you’ll take a look at within the lyrics under.
Astro, yeah
Sun is down, freezin’ chilly
That’s how we already know winter’s right here
My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt
That’s simply all he know, he do not know nothin’ else
I attempted to indicate ’em, yeah
I attempted to indicate ’em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gone on you with the decide and roll
Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode
Woo, made this right here with all of the ice on within the sales space
At the gate outdoors, once they pull up, they get me unfastened
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that is Nike boys, hoppin’ out coupes
This shit method too massive, after we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my outdated city to duck the information
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no strikes
Now it is 4AM and I’m again up poppin’ with the crew
I simply landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
Different coloured chains, suppose my jeweler actually sellin’ fruits
And they chokin’, man, know the crackers want it was a noose
Some-some-some, somebody stated
To win the retreat, all of us in too deep
P-p-playin’ for retains, do not play us for weak (somebody stated)
To win the retreat, all of us in too deep
P-p-playin’ for retains, do not play us for weak (yeah)
This shit method too formal, y’all know I do not comply with swimsuit
Stacey Dash, most of those ladies ain’t acquired a clue
All of those hoes I made off information I produced
I’d take all my exes and put ’em all in a gaggle
Hit my esés, I would like the bootch
‘Bout to show this perform to Bonnaroo
Told her “hop in, you comin’ too”
In the 305, bitches deal with me like I’m Uncle Luke
(Don’t cease, pop that pussy!)
Had to slop the highest off, it is only a roof (uh)
She stated “the place we goin’?” I stated “the moon”
We ain’t even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it is simply the pool
Now I acquired her open, it is simply the Goose
Who put this shit collectively? I’m the glue (somebody stated)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Someone stated (Playin’ for retains)
Someone stated, motherfuck what somebody stated
(Don’t play us for weak)
Yeah
Astro
Yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, fuck these n—as up (Ay, ay)
She’s in love with who I’m
Back in highschool, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my palms
I did half a Xan, 13 hours ’til I land
Had me out like a light-weight, ayy, yeah
Like a light-weight, ayy, yeah
Like a light-weight, ayy
Slept by means of the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night time, ayy, 767, man
This shit acquired double bed room, man
I nonetheless acquired scores to settle, man
I crept down the block (down the block), made a proper (yeah, proper)
Cut the lights (yeah, what?), paid the worth (yeah)
N—as suppose it is candy (nah, nah), it is on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin’ good (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah)
That’s what I like (yeah), that is what we like (yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a risk
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I’m Sheck (bitch!)
See the photographs that I took (ayy), moist like I’m Book (ayy)
Wet like I’m Lizzie, I be spinnin’ Valley
Circle blocks ’til I’m dizzy (yeah, what?)
Like the place is he? (Yeah, what?)
No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
I’m tryna clear ’em (yeah)
She’s in love with who I’m
Back in highschool, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo!)
I did half a Xan, 13 hours ’til I land
Had me out like a light-weight, like a light-weight
Like a light-weight, like a light-weight
Like a light-weight (yeah), like a light-weight
Like a light-weight
Yeah, handed the dawgs a celly
Sendin’ texts, ain’t sendin’ kites, yeah
He stated “hold that on lock”
I stated “you understand this shit, it’s life”, yeah
It’s absolute (yeah), I’m again reboot (it is lit!)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
We again on the highway, they jumpin’ off, no parachute, yeah
Shawty within the again
She stated she workin’ on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain’t by the ebook, yeah
This the way it look, yeah
‘Bout a test, yeah
Just test the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter, I’ma present her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cowl Forbes, acquired these different bitches shook, yeah
Ye-ah
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Written by: Jacques Webster, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Khalif Ibn Shaman Brown
