Lyrics Visions - Travø

Saw this vision in a past life
But I don't know when
Deja vu moving funny
I gotta handle my money

Saw this vision in a past life
But I don't know when
Deja vu moving funny
I gotta handle my money

Something keeps holding me down
Cause I'm grounded
Simple and plain, I ain't moving
Til I leave you astounded

Something I've found
My power's unbound

Fatality now
When we pull up in your town
I'm bringing you colour
Some green, some yellow and
All this mahogany brown

Making music for your entertainment
And mine, shameless
I dont need to be on the A list
I don't make tracks to be famous

I just wanna share my voice
Make noise, god gave no choice
Built for this I was made for the game
Rhymes are insane, in my own damn lane, ah

I don't feel shame or hate
I just sit and reflect
Premonitions of a grand empire
A little more cashflow, I desire

This that fresh out the oven, that fire
Ambitious, lemme take it higher
Round and round on this merry go
We call life and I'm oh so tired

Always bounce back
Call me a tire
Always recording
I'm wearing a wire

Gotta be honest
Keep it a hundred
I'll come for your throat
If you call me a liar

Main goal, is to stack and retire
They know, they don't need to enquire
Balling now, cause I found me a buyer
Always be stunting in casual attire

Yeah, yeah
Saw these visions in my sleep
Visions in my sleep
Need that P cause shit ain't cheap

Uh, mmm, yeah
Saw these visions in my sleep
Visions in my sleep
Need that P cause shit ain't cheap

Saw this vision in a past life
But I don't know when
Deja vu moving funny
I gotta handle my money

Saw this vision in a past life
But I don't know when
Deja vu moving funny
I gotta handle my money

Saw this vision in a past life
But I don't know when
Deja vu moving funny
I gotta handle my money

Saw this vision in a past life
But I don't know when
Deja vu moving funny
I gotta handle my money

I gotta handle my money and quickly
Times get tough
But you gotta keep on keep on going
Cause there ain't no end

I'm tryna relax and rap with my friends
I wanna Beemer or maybe a Benz
I like to switch it up on em
When they don't expect
You'll never know what I'm giving you next

Yes, oh yes
I like to bring something different
So maybe I won't get a Benz
It's a bit dead in my ends
I won't pretend

I'm petty as hell but I make my amends, yeah
I'm petty as hell but I make my amends, yeah