Lyrics

This is my travel song I got my suitcase, money stuffed in a zipper I might be gone for long I got my toothpaste, my time zone starts tippin' Mmm Ain't bout what you heard I'm bout that doing me (ok) Travel but my dialect I'm fluent b (goddamn) Head rush with the boarding pass and crew in seats If I die today, hope we crash right Into the sea I'm born to fly, cursed with a death wish And if we plane, emergency exit Promise they'll find my body in the bedding A corpse with a headset, what a poetic ending Yeah, I'm going one hand on the boarding pass You know the flow's gorgeous Only deporting raps The homie is border patrol passin' Never lingering, 'til I be lonely and hoarding of cats Uh I just move like a bovine Break like a plate Suitcase the co-sign Duplex in China Flat down in Paris My gravestone be shot into space This is my travel song I got my suitcase, money stuffed in a zipper I might be gone for long I got my toothpaste, my time zone starts tippin' Mmm Yeah I know (no home, no home) At least I know the person I aspire to be I'll be happy one day, knock on pirate feet Money ain't the motive but a helping hand I've been moving every second of my life Never show it on my Instagram Cause I've been to Vegas I had the calamari with the champagne I've made some paper I've been to Beijing Markets of octopus and fried crickets I've tasted the flavor I still remember, the brown lip bastard in the east In Fiji where the town is underwater California where the guns controlled up When will I ever settle for my sons and daughters Who knows? I just move like a bovine I'm shaking like the Saint Andreas fault line House down in Chennai My packing is perfect Ain't got a number that's working This is my travel song I got my suitcase, money stuffed in a zipper I might be gone for long I got my toothpaste, my time zone starts tippin' Mmm Yeah I know (no home, no home)