
Destination: remote But I’ve been everywhere Only thing we ain’t traveled Is time (Yeah) The bull wreckers smell like bleach I could travel where I want I’m accustomed, clean, and customed It ain’t custom I don’t come Free the bird to the truck I water to Stuartus Bought a control, that’s some stupid shit Stayin' at home I hate Runaway love but I’m no Ludacris Sippin' on Menti, take my shoes off Then we take off and I snooze off Until I land, know I’m four grand And I wake up, have to droop off Got my passport in my weak hand I’ma peel off, get a sweet tan Loafers filled with beef sand We climb 'til we find the peace sign Fuck all the checks from the calls, get a passport Seer the world, open your eyes 'til your back hurt Niggas get bread and won’t leave, shit is backwards Start with your feet then I caught an ample Get our your bubble-gum Blow up horizons, sun Slither in the Alps or go to the Mesullah Or two hundred pinnacle scuba and Cuba like keycode Oversee the sea, all the things that you could see Like them languages I speak, out in Paris for a week Take my nephews out Tunis, they like «Who?» I’m like «Me» Legendary World-renowned Globally recognized Catch us if you can Are you keeping up? Once in a lifetime This what it sounds like when the moon and the sun collide Speakin' out of We’re just lightyears ahead Yeah Every car retarded, the garage look like a looney bin What coupe he in depends on the fit and the type of mood he in (Uh) I been switchin' gears since Tracee Ellis Ross was UPN Clutched then he stroked, got to know her like a droopy grin (Uh) Huh, took that GRAMMY home, couldn’t lose again The suit was so sharp that it could get Medusa coochie trim (Uh) Hov talkin' 'bout a hundred million, nigga, loot me in Like, «Who that young rich handsome nigga with the gooey skin?» (Uh) Mama named him Tyler and his brothers call him T And the bank, they call him when that wire clear like season three or somethin' (Uh) Skateboard named him bunny hop, it’s Baudelaire Wolfie though The felines name him Al for how long he eat the- (Pussy) wait a minute (Uh) Pink wolfer scuff quickly, FI cost a buck sixty I’ll keep it a buck fifty, y’all can’t really fuck with me (Uh) Bitch, I got the and I’ma own it 'til they bury him Only twenty-nine but I’ve been focused since thirty M (Uh) Wolf Call me if you get lost (Gangsta Grillz) And like that (Uh) We gone
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