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Escape Plan Lyrics

by Travis Scott

Lyricist: Travis Scott, Kanye West, Mustafa, Malay

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Escape Plan Lyrics

Twelve-figure estate plan, that was the escape plan But hate investigatin', that shit was a waste, man But wait, I stopped the facin' 'cause shit just start erasin' But wait, it opened gates and this shit just start paradin', olé (Let's go) We out the basement, on one floor where it's vacant She feelin' anxious to be out where it's dangerous, okay (It's lit) Love how the chains hit, especially how I bang it, okay Jamaican-Spanglish, she mixed up in her language, hey bae (Yeah) That WAP need draining, just havе it if you singing, okay (Woah) Fuck that Birkin, she just need some encouragеment (Uh) Fix that attitude, she think she need a surgeon, okay And show some gratitude, I put you in that altitude, okay It's stuck like magnets do, I put you in that magnitude, oh, hey (Yeah) I embrace the pussy, I'm not tryna embarrass you (Straight up, ahh) Okay, I got a lavish crew, mean Chase the rocker the dated you (Woo, Woo) Mean business trap, I'm not a rapper, a lot I do, a lot at you A film director, Helter Skelter, off the seltzer like it's juice (Let's go, yeah) Twelve figure estate plan, that was the escape plan But hate investigatin', that shit was a waste, man (Right) But wait, I stopped the facin' 'cause shit just start erasin' But wait, it opened gates and this shit just start paradin', olé We out the basement, on one floor where it's vacant (It's lit) She feelin' anxious to be out where it's dangerous, okay (It's lit) Love how the chains hit, especially how I bang it, okay Jamaican-Spanglish, she mixed up in her language, hey bae Niggas dyin' for the chain around my neck, that's Life Alert (Ooh) I be tryin' not to go back in my ways, I can't revert (Ooh) The excursion, them seven seas, I drop her off at Turks (Yeah) If it's static, then I'm having .50 drop 'em off at church Up early rolling up a Benny, she just wanna taste the candy (Yeah, yeah) Prolly soaking up her panties, nasty when she off the— (Woo, woo) Bust a move, I'm Marco Angie, I just went and bought a planet Nah, that shit was never planted (Yeah) Twelve figure estate plan, that was the escape plan But hate investigatin', that shit was a waste, man But wait, I stopped the facin' 'cause shit just start erasin' But wait, it opened gates and this shit just start paradin', olé We out the basement, on one floor where it's vacant She feelin' anxious to be out where it's dangerous, okay Love how the chains hit, especially how I bang it, okay Jamaican-Spanglish, she mixed up in her language, hey bae Yeah

Meaning of Escape Plan

“Escape Plan” by Travis Scott is a dizzying, hyperactive exploration of excess, anxiety, and the intoxicating allure of a lavish, almost surreal lifestyle. The core theme revolves around an elaborate “escape plan,” initially conceived as a means to evade scrutiny – represented by “hate investigatin’” – but quickly devolves into a chaotic celebration of unchecked wealth and hedonistic indulgence. Scott paints a picture of a world where material possessions—a twelve-figure estate, expensive chains, and designer bags—are not just status symbols, but the very foundation of his reality. The frantic repetition of “But wait,” coupled with phrases like "shit just start erasin'," suggests a constant cycle of impulsive decisions and fleeting moments of exhilaration, reflecting a deep-seated anxiety beneath the surface. The lyrics are saturated with jarring juxtapositions: vulnerability (“I embrace the pussy”) alongside aggressive boasts about wealth and power ("Niggas dyin' for the chain around my neck"). The fragmented narratives—a trip to Turks, references to "Life Alert," and bizarre imagery like “Helter Skelter” and “Marco Angie”—create a dreamlike state, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. Scott’s message isn’t necessarily one of aspiration, but rather an unsettling commentary on the distorted priorities of celebrity culture and the seductive trap of chasing unattainable desires. The song’s relentless energy, driven by heavy 808s and auto-tuned vocals, ultimately leaves the listener feeling just as disoriented and trapped as the character within the track, highlighting a profound sense of isolation amidst opulent chaos.

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