Travis Scott – FE!N Lyrics


Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend

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)
But I’m sippin’ that kombucha, either pink or brown (It’s lit)
I’m the one that introduced you to the you right now (Mm, let’s go)
Oh my God, that bitch bite (That bitch bite)
But alright (Alright), tryna vibe (Tryna vibe like this)
In the night, come alive
Ain’t asleep, ain’t a—, ain’t a—, ain’t-ain’t-ain’t—

Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend
Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend
Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend
Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend
Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend


Yeah, I just been poppin’ my shit it’s been gettin’ live, hol’ up (Shit)
Yeah, you try to come ’round ’bout this shit, they poppin’ ya tires, hol’ up (Shit)
Uh, hunnid round, woah, feel it, knock ’em on ten
Playin’ both sides with these hoes (Hol’ up)
Shawty, I’m fuckin’ yo’ friends (Hol’ up)
I been goin’ crazy, shawty, I been handlin’ these bands
She not innocent, uh, shit, she tryna go—

Fien’, fien’ (Yeah, talm ’bout), fien’, fien’-fien’-fien’ (Syrup, oh-oh, what?)
Fien’, fien’, fien’, fien’-fien’-fien’ (Syrup, oh-oh)
Fien’, fien’, fien’, fien’-fien’-fien’ (Talkin’ bout, talm ’bout, let’s go)

I just been icin’ my hoes
I just been drippin’ my ho (Drippin’ my ho)
This is a whole ‘nother level, shawty
I got these hoes on they toes (Hoes on they toes)
I put this bitch on the road
She tryna fuck on the O, hol’ up, hol’ up
I got this ho with me, she tryna show me sum’, hol’ up, hol’ up
I got flows for days, these niggas ain’t know nun’, hol’ up, hol’ up
Me and my bro locked in, you know we on one, hol’ up
We in the spot goin’ crazy, until the sun up
You worried about that ho, that ho done chose us (Bitch-ass)
Uh, pistols all in the kitchen, can’t get it to cold, uh, hol’ up, yeah

Fiend, fiend (Yeah)

Fuck these niggas, I hope they know us
Double R kit, hol’ up, yeah, we told up (Skrrt, skrrt)
Specially out the bag, these niggas get rolled up (It’s lit)
[?] huh, heard it’s yours, yours

Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend

Shawty, why you shakin’? Only wanna lit, yeah (Yeah)
Rocks on my mind, wax on my sneakers
Took her from the stairs straight to the bleachers
[?] when I’m on the lead (Yeah, yeah)
I fucked her off, then her cut her off ’cause I don’t need her
Damn, another hit, it’s gon’ bloom, baby now
I can’t kill that message, it’s my turn, baby (Just my turn)
I’ll jump off the roof then crash a turn table
The tables never turn, we got the scouts (Bitch)
I’ma make a scene
We pull up, make scene
This time, I’ll hold my team
We do this, just a team
Scream, fiend

Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend
Fiend, fiend
Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend
Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend
Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend
Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend

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