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HIGHEST IN THE ROOM

Travis Scott


I got room in my fume
She fill my mind up with ideas
I'm the highest in the room (it's lit)
Hope I make it outta here (let's go!)

She saw my eyes, she know I'm gone
I’ve seen some things that you might fear
I'm doing a show, I'll be back soon (soon)
That ain't what she wanna hear (no!)
Now I got her in my room
Legs wrapped around my beard
Got the fastest car, it zoom
Hope we make it outta here
When I'm with you, I feel alive
You say you love me, don't you lie?
Don't cut my heart, don't wanna die
Keep the pistol on my side

’Case it’s fumes
She fill my mind up with ideas
I'm the highest in the room
Hope I make it outta here

We ain't stressin' ’bout the loot
My block made of quesería
This not the Molly, this the boof
Ain't no comin' back from here
Lived the life of La Familia
It's so much gang that I can't see ya
Turn it up 'til they can't hear (we can't)
Runnin', runnin' 'round for the thrill
Yeah, dawg, dawg, 'round my real (gang)
Raw, raw, I been goin' to the rear (drank)
Nah, nah, nah, they not back of the VIP (in the VIP)
Gorgeous, baby, keep me hard as steel
Ah, this my life, I did not choose
Uh, been on this since we was kids
We gon' stay on top and break the rules
Uh, I fill my mind up with ideas

'Case it's fumes
She fill my mind up with ideas
I'm the highest in the room
Hope I make it outta here

I'm the highest, you might got the Midas
Touch, what the vibe is? And my bitch the vibiest
Everyone excited, everything I do is exciting
Play with the giants, little bit too extravagant
Down at night, everyone feel my vibe
In the broad day, everyone hypnotizing
I don't hate, everyone takes the cake

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