Travis Scott — Impossible interlude

[verse] Split a pack of the woods down Ride with me, yeah, you wish you could now Always come and go and never fail It was never love, I could tell now She pop 'em up, Blue Chanel just to get it up Parking lot full of foreign hoes on the regular With them painted toes in them heels Let's go find a place that's far from here, for real Far from here