[Chorus: Travis Scott]

Don't like what I saw

This life without yours

Despite I was lost

Despite you got flaws

Just let our love play its course

Let you tell it, what's mine is yours, what's yours is yours

All the signs I ignored

I play love like a sport

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]

Yeah, first take

You ain't on time, you were late (Yeah!)

When you around me, you're safe (Lit!)

You can't go off of a hearsay

I know that look on your face

You think you winnin' a race

You think all I do is play (Yeah!)

I didn't put you in your place

Then why you still here in my place?

Yeah, thought so, yeah, and also

You think too much, we all know

You think too much, we all know

Yeah, I ain't tryna go back to war with your morals (Yeah!)

You can't kill the vibe, it's immortal (Straight up!)

I ain't buyin' it even though I can afford ya (Ooh)

'Cause I know—

[Chorus: Travis Scott]

Don't like what I saw (Don't like what I saw)

This life without yours (This life without yours, ooh)

Despite I was lost (Despite I was lost, ooh)

Despite you got flaws (Ooh)

Just let our love play its course (Yeah!)

Let you tell it (Ooh)

What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours (Ooh)

All the signs I ignored (Ooh)

I play love like a sport (Ooh, yeah!)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]

This love won't grow 'less we find growth

Wipe down your nose, girl

Won't you come over?

Let's both find hoes

Let's fuck them both

But you think too hard, we all know

You think too hard, we all know

So say nothin', nothin'

'Cause you think too hard, we all know

Yeah, you know I'd rather lead it than follow (Yeah!)

You and me, baby, mano y mano (It's lit)

'Cause I know, I know—

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Bryson Tiller]

Don't like what I saw (Yeah)

This life without yours (Yeah, yeah)

Despite I was lost (Ayy)

Despite you got flaws (Ayy)

Just let our love play its course (Ohhh)

Let you tell it

What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours (All is yours)

All the signs I ignored (Uh-huh)

I play love like a sport (Like a sport, no, yeah)

[Verse 3: Bryson Tiller & Travis Scott]

Okay, lil' mama

I still ain't heard from lil' mama

We go back to Angliana when you was studying in college

But I called you and brought ya out to Santa Monica

Believed in you, I was your sponsor

I got love for you, but I'm not in love

Gave me affection

Girl, I was lost, she gave me direction

Went through fuckin' you with no protection

All my blessings

Girl, you one of all my blessings

You think I don't care about you?

Girl, you better call my best friend

I got time to waste

Girl, I got time to waste

Girl, I cancelled everything

Just to get back on the same page

To finish the story

But you would rather ignore me

Your mama called to check on me

But you won't even pick up the phone, shit (Yeah!)

Goddamn, you feelin' yourself (Yeah)

Out in Hollywood, you got a nigga with some wealth (Word)

You ain't free tonight, I bet he call somebody else

Tryna tell you I'm the last real nigga left (Damn right)

You can hit me if you need help

With your love problems, with your money problems

I just might solve 'em, I just might solve 'em

I just might solve 'em, I just might solve 'em (Yeah!)

I just might solve 'em

[Outro: Bryson Tiller]

Just call me or you could just pick up the phone, baby

I know you, I know you home, baby

Baby, I know, I know