SICKO MODE
アーティスト
Travis Scott


歌詞
[Drake:]
Astro, yeah
Sun is down, freezin' cold
太陽が沈む、凍てつく寒さ
That's how we already know winter's here
そのようにして我々冬をすでに知っている
My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt
あいつはおそらくルイベルトのためにそれをするだろう
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
それが彼が知る全てだ、彼は他の何も知らない
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
彼らに見せつけようとした
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gone on you with the pick and roll
ピックアンドロールで君の元へ行った
Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode
若いLaFlame、彼はハイテンションモードさ
[Part II]

[Travis Scott:]
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
ブースにはアイスがたくさんある
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
外のゲートで、彼らが批判する時、彼らは私を自由にする
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
ジャンプアウトボーイズ、それはナイキボーイズ、クーペ(車)に乗り込む
This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot (gimme the loot!)
こいつはめちゃくちゃ大きい、我々が引き抜く時、私は戦利品を手に入れることができる
Was off the Remy, had to Papoose
レミーから離れた、幼児にならねばならなかった
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
ニュースを避けるために私の故郷を批判しなければならなかった
Two-four hour on lockdown, we make no moves
幻獣監禁の24時間、我々は動かない
Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba juice
Different colored chains, see my jeweler really sellin' fruits
And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose

[Juicy J (Swae Lee):]
(Some-some-some, someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak

[Travis Scott:]
This shit way too formal, ya'll know I don't follow suit
Stacy Dash, most these of girls ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
Hit my eses, I need the booch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her "hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke (don't stop, pop that pussy)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof
She said "where we goin'?" I said "the moon"
We ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I'm the glue
(Someone said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue

[Juicy J (Swae Lee):]
(Someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak

[Part III]

[Travis Scott:]
Yeah
[Drake:]
Astro
Yeah, yeah
[Lil Juice:]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
[Drake:]
Ay, ay

[Drake (Travis Scott):]
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit that epioo with duffles in my hands
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy

[Drake {Travis Scott}:]
Slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
This shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block (down the block)
Made a right (yeah, right)
Cut the lights (yeah, what?)
Paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think it's sweet (nah, nah)
It's on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah)
That's what I like {yeah}, that's what we like {yeah}
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck {bitch!}
See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm booked (ayy)
Wet like I'm Lindsay, I be spending Folie's
Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)
No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)

[Drake (Travis Scott):]
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance
Now I hit the fbo with duffles in my hand (woo!)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light (like a light)
Like a light (yeah, like a light)
Like a light (like a light)
Like a light

[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, pass the dawgs in celly
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said "keep that on lock"
I said "you know this shit, it’s life”, yeah
It's absolute (yeah), I'm back rebute (it's lit!)
LaFerrari to Jamba juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
Shorty in the back, she said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain't by the book (yeah), this how it look (yeah)
'Bout a check (yeah), just check the foots (yeah)
Passes to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah