🎵 LOOOVE (Original) // by Travis Scott

11 ContributorsLOOOVE (Original) Lyrics This is an early version of “LOOOVE”, recorded in 2014 right around the release of his sophomore mixtape, Days Before Rodeo. It interpolates “Shake Your Booty” by Bunny Sigler.… Read More  [Intro] Y'all feel? Ya'll feel, y'all feel like that? Y'all feel? Ya'll feel, y'all feel like that? Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah [Chorus] I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me, love me, time I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me long time I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love, they love-love-love me long time I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me long time [Refrain] Y'all feel like, y'all feel like that? Y'all feel like, y'all feel like that? [Verse 1] They gimme, they gimme love, they love the Scott They lovin', they love the T, they love it, no doubt I come in and I'm cockblockin', I'm blockin' the jock I'm feelin'-feel the buzz, I'm feelin' the love They rollin' on my steez, think I'm on my grease, grease I'm feelin' that Mamac', they feel all on my jeans, yeah [Refrain] Y'all feelin' like that? Y'all feelin', y'all feelin' like that? Yeah [Chorus] They love me, love me, love me, they love me the long time They love, they love me, love me, show me love They love me, love me, love me, love me long time They love me, they love me, love me, show me love [Refrain] Y'all feel like that? Y'all, y'all feel like that? (Ooh) [Break] [Verse 2] Come and kick back with us This a new religion, come and have mass with us Tell me how you made love to a bachelor turned ambassador Used to grow up in the Back-a-woods Come take a ride with the real, it's the last of us We gon' make them Vogue bitches turn ratchet-up First task, now, lay who used to laugh at us Plus the Actavis, 'cause a nigga past pacifist Imagine my world of misogyny, nigga Fuck a, fuck a monogamy Got her head tipped over the driver seat Meet me, don't go tell my momma 'bout this baby, hold up We gon' own the summer Never-never stressin', no, we always hit the numbers Lately 'cause I'm stressin', call me through from different numbers Said he tired of makin' shit, you know the streets don't make diplomas Drunk, stumblin', tryna find my keys I find myself lookin' down at the stars that be The stars align, remember when it was Ramadan Might try a line, might try some crime, might try the dime But now it's time Momma, now it's time Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah Got the love and they givin' it up like [Chorus] I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me, love me, time I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me long time I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love, they love-love-love me long time I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me long time