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Destination remote
We done been everywhere
Only thing we ain't traveled
Is time Yo
The boy record smell like bleach
I can travel where I want
I'm accustomed clearin' customs
It ain't custom I don't come
Flee the bird to the truck
I scream Au revoir to the stewardess
Border control asking stupid shit
Stayin' at home I hate
Runaway love but I'm no Ludacris
Sippin' on mint tea
take my shoes off
Then we take off
then I snooze off
Until I land
where I'm foreign
Then I wake up
wipe the drool off
Got my passport
in my weekend
I'ma cool off
get a sweet tan
Loafers filled with beach sand
Recline
'til it's time to peace sign
Fuck all the chains
and the cars
get a passport
See the world
open your eyes
'til your back hurt
Niggas get bread
and won't leave
shit is backwards
Start with your feet
then a car
then an airport
Get out your bubble gum
Blow up horizons sun
Sled in the Alps
or go tube in Missoula
Or tour in Japan
or go scuba in Cuba
Or land in a borough
Jerrod got the brioche
Ciabatta in Como
it matches my peacoat
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 to Nice
they like Who
I'm like Oui
ha
We on a safari
Legendary Safari
World-renowned
Globally recognized
Catch us if you can
Baby we on a safari
Are you keepin' up 'Fari
Once in a lifetime
Baby, we on a safari
This what it sounds like
when the moon and the sun collide
Speakin' matter-of-factly
Baby we on a safari
We're just light years ahead
You said that it was you I saw
with another in my place
Yeah
Every car retarded
the garage look like a loony bin
What coupe he in
Depends on the 'fit
and the type of mood he in Ugh
I been switchin' gears
since Tracee Ellis Ross was UPN
Clutch then he stroke
outta nowhere like a droopy grin Ugh
Huh took that Grammy home
couldn't lose again
The suit was so sharp
that it could get
Medusa coochie trimmed Ugh
Hov talkin' 'bout a hundred million nigga
loop me in
Like who that young rich
handsome nigga
with the gooey skin Ugh
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' Ugh
Skateboard named him Bunnyhop
it's Baudelaire or Wolfie though
The felines named him hour
for how long he eat the Pussy
wait a minute Ugh
Pink loafers scuff quickly
Fiat cost a buck sixty
I'll keep it a buck fifty
y'all can't really fuck with me Ugh
Bitch I got the fuzz
and I'ma own it
'til they bury him
Only twenty-nine
but I've been focused
since thirty M Ugh
Wolf
Call me if you get lost
Gangsta Grillz
And like that Uh
we gone