Okay, I'm a little jet-lagged right now
I'm still up in the sky, ain't touched down
I got a hundred stamps on my passport
Got a hundred grams on me, I'ma transport
And when I land
I'ma roll a baseball bat
I'm in Europe in a
Cleveland baseball hat
Stackin' Euros for the hotel smoke fees
And the plug gonna charge like a mophie
Hit the tour group text, where we at next?
Can't even pronounce the city
that's a big flex
My boy a hoe
he be scrollin' through his index
I be chillin' with my guitar and my cigarettes
17-hour flight, I'ma sleep ten
Hit the stage soon as I land and do it again
Good intentions, some things that we won't mention
But if you know what I know
them some good friendships
Coulda said long ago
this is good as it gets
But I wake up every day still in the trenches
Show up everywhere, could scent it
Now they're here to stay like they gifted
I said it, I meant it
The road's like that, I'm cold like that
I'm lookin' for my other half, tryna become whole like that
My soul's like that, I'm chose like that
I'm elevated, so you know I gotta wear my clothes like that
Black Margiela and Idris top [?]
Cuff up the bottom of my pants, see Chanel socks
That's about the only thing that I'll expose like that
I've been broke and I've been broken
now I can't go back

Someone keeps calling
keeps me from home
I go through this often
I'm back on my own
Someone keeps calling
keeps me from home
I go through this often
I'm back on my own

And I don't know when I return back
so I gotta earn the cash
To keep the same views that I'm used to
Things get more dangerous when you're more famous
So I bought windows you can't shoot through
Used to drink Tropicana, now it's yuzu
Drivin' Cullinan, used to be an Isuzu
You know that you blew the fuck up
when you punch dude once
And now everybody's trying to sue you
Boy, you got a couple billion views on YouTube (oh)
Always got some weed on you
or they assume you do (yeahahaha)
But them numbers ain't nothin'
if your family strugglin' (nah)
So I stay hustlin' (yep)
Sun come up, I get up with it (yeah)
I'd be goin' even harder if I wasn't rich (yup)
Even at this point, pullin' a double shift (damn)
'Cause God don't give you weight you can't lift (no)
I dreamed of my life was gonna be
and it was like this (like this)
Some real movie type shit (roll that shit up)
Fuck it, I'm about to write a script
Give everybody on the set their own zip
And maybe a bong to rip, lot of girls
at the door, we let 'em all in (uh)
When they test the turkey bag, I get all ten (yeah)
That's an undefeated season, nigga
that's an all wins

Someone keeps calling
keeps me from home
I go through this often
I'm back on my own
Someone keeps calling
keeps me from home
I go through this often
I'm back on my own

Won't go back, I'm this close
Memories fade away, they come and go
Won't go back, I'm this close
Memories fade away, they come and go