Ainât no smellinâ what the rose got cookinâ
How many flights just got charged for rebookinâ?
Google Maps, backpacks,?? wraps cookinâ
Get through all the bullshit, we keep pushinâ
Long as we got suites that we can keep kush in
Me and Deac lost like change in seat cushions
Tryna find the right highway the high way
Speedinâ to catch time, stopped on a dime for
Five 50 pound turkeys crossinâ I-9
We lookinâ at the weed like we lost our mind
On the road again, a journey to the unknown again
Another episode when you suppose it ends?
Week after week, test my patience
Sleep deprivationâs the key to miss three destinations
Passed out, drunk, couldnât speakâevery nationâs
itineraryâs missing the weekâs reservations
Iâll rest my feet where the peeps donât know the Strange
Lucky Iâm a creep and the streets donât know my name
Weâve seen so many towns and I got so many memories
But one comes to mind the first time we hit up Helsinki
We did the show and hit the afterparty
One girl hit the bathroom, I went after, probably
It was totally destroyed, and I ainât talkinâ about the feces
The toilet was lyinâ on the floor in pieces
She literally shitted in the toilet so hard
that it split and got obliterated, had to get her load off
Weâre down in Jozi, South Africa, greet our brethren
These women got me thinkinâ dirty thoughts like Iâm dead
We nightclubbinâ, all of a sudden I got her hands inside my pants
sayinâ âWhite boy, where youâd learn to dance?â
Weâre out in Adelaide, Australia where the promoter lost it
Whatâs that pill on the pool table? Thatâs an E somebody dropped
This is too be m but out of hesitation he drops it
like âI felt like partyinâ anyways,â aw fuck it
In the rain, we ran from Miami hurricanes
And left lanes on Autobahn lanes
with foot on the gas, GPS on the dash
while all the names looked the same on the signs we passed
We chased bears on Aspen streets
And caught eyes in Alaska that lasted weeks
Strippers took my mojo with cheats in Santa Fe
And in the Netherlands I was asked to pull Santaâs sleigh
The two of us were for according to Suffa
Every city looks the same lookinâ up from the gutter
So hook me up with another round, dude theyâre lovinâ the sound
So march the groupies backstage, give each other a pound
Ha, meal recognize meal
With Debris so hungry on the mechanized wheel
You got a certified feel?
Leave some chips on the tour bus
And serenade a beer like âBitch, just the two of usâ