Telekinesis Lyrics
[Verse 1: Future]
Used to want to f*ck an R&B bitch then that shit happened, yeah
Used to want to be rich then it finally happened, thought it'd make me happy (Thought it'd make me happy)
I could've took the pain and I could've went out sad
Streets stuck near and raised me, but ain't have my daddy
Niggas tryna clone me, run out with my swag
For selling Coco, got Chanel on my jacket (Jacket)
Shawty give me mop with the less, it don't last (Last)
Takin' more drugs, all alone in a mansion (All alone)
Walkin' around, tweakin' with the yoppa in my hands (Tweakin')
Just another broke ho, just preachin' for thesе bands (Just another ho)
And I know I'm due for a billion-dollar advance (Uh-huh)
[Chorus: Travis Scott & Future]
I could see thе future, I could see the future (I can see the future)
I can see the future, it's lookin' like we level through the sky (Sky)
I can't wait to live in glory in eternal lastin' life (Live in glory)
Won't you take the wheel? I recline and I sit still
Might as well turn up now, He gon' pop up unannounced
To the trumpets, do you like the way it sounds? (Like the way it sound)
[Post-Chorus: Travis Scott]
You know the future of the bounce, ayy
I can hear your thoughts so loud, I can hear the crowd so loud
Do you like the way it sounds? Ayy
I can hear your thoughts so loud, I can hear the crowd so loud, so loud
[Bridge: Travis Scott & Future]
I can see the future, ridin' with the storm and some troopers
Ridin' through this shit, this shit is stupid
Sky walkin' 'round like I'm Luke-uh
Duckin' all these convos like I'm Bruce-uh, super
Mobbing with my angels dodging Lucifer (Mob)
Seein' every angle, I can see through ya, yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus: Travis Scott & Future]
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I can see the future, it's lookin' like we level through the sky (See ya)
I can't wait to live in glory in eternal lastin' life (Live in glory)
Won't you take the wheel? (See ya) I recline and I sit still
Might as well turn up now, He gon' pop up unannounced
To the trumpets, do you like the way it sounds?
You know the future of the bounce
[Refrain: Future]
Count so much money 'til my skin peel
Cherry-red Benz like the real pimp (Yeah)
My bro cook up dope, it take real skill
Share my bitch with my ho, I ain't got no chill (No)
You either gettin' to money or you're gossipin' (Yeah)
She chose up, put on this coat, now she lie to me
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