Travel Song

This is my travel song

I got my suitcase

Money stuffed in a zipper

I might be gone for long

I got my toothpaste

Time zones start tippin'

Mm

Ain't 'bout what you heard, I'm 'bout that doing me

Travel, but my dialect in fluent B

Headrest with that boarding pass and crew in seat

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

Mama still find my body in a bed and

Corpse with a headset, what a poetic ending

Gone now, one hand on a boarding pass

You know the flow gorgeous, only deporting raps

Only as border patrol pass

Never linger until I belong to your horde of cats

I just move like I'm bovine

Break like a plate, suitcase to co-sign

Duplex in China, flat man in Paris

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

Time zones start tippin'

Mm

Yeah, I know, oh-oh, know, oh-oh

Know, oh-oh, oh

Know, oh-oh, know, oh-oh

Know, oh-oh, know how, know how

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 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 made some paper

I've been to Beijing, markets of octopus and fried cricket

I taste the flavor

I still remember, brown-lipped bastard in the East

Fiji where the town is underwater

California with a gun controller

What will I ever settle for my sons and daughters?

Who knows?

I just move like I'm bovine

I'm shaking like a San Andreas fault line

Oust out of Chennai, 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

Time zones start tippin'

Mm

Yeah, I know, oh-oh, know, oh-oh

Know, oh-oh, oh

Know, oh-oh, know, oh-oh

Know, oh-oh, know how, know how

This is my