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, 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)
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)
Credits
Writer(s): Abhi Sridharan Vaidehi
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