| Walk the world, if I live today
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| To see another day, I pray to God I demonstrate
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| Most def, it’s the traveling man, define the architecture
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| Thrift store with the awesome sweaters
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| Marvel style with the wooden dressers, touch the lamp-post
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| It shines bright when the light florescent
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| Real time like an instant message
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| A few art galleries show the meaning of the common artist
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| Far from broke, not a starving artist
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| Hot like I’m in August
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| Walk around humble what I’m thinking
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| Seeing new surroundings, new windows with the sills built right beside 'em
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| At an auction with the rarest items
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| I might bid on a few things, underestimate
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| But I got cash in these blue jeans
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| I’m really thinking about my life in a couple years
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| I keep traveling to understand my life’s dear
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| Yeah
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| Keep travelin' around the world
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| The plane just wants my soul
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| And every time I look up, I see the world
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| But ain’t no place like my home
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| Keep travelin' around the world
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| The plane just wants my soul
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| And every time I look up, I see the world
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| But ain’t no place like my home
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| Different weather forecasts, the change is drastic
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| Since I came from the Bay where the weather is magic
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| Look at a few buildings
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| I inspected inside em, I touched the wall to feel they pasts
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| A hundred years and destruction lasts
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| I wanna build my soul, I call love that resembles a home
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| I take a breath of the air cause life is great
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| To explore another place, that’s the nomad’s race
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| But a rich nomad that converts to based
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| Then he walks around the Earth that’s like it’s space
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| Might talk with the trees while I’m in the wind
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| Because it’s in, I’m at peace with the yellow lord
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| I’m looking out the window, thinking where my life is going
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| The pictures on the wall tell me I’m always rolling
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| Roll with the peace beside him
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| I’m not talking 'bout the gun, but the peace inside him
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| Lil B!
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| Keep travelin' around the world
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| The plane just wants my soul
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| And every time I look up, I see the world
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| But ain’t no place like my home
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| Keep travelin' around the world
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| The plane just wants my soul
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| And every time I look up, I see the world
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| But ain’t no place like my home
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| To end it off, I could leave this place
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| So I wanna leave a note on this music space
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| Make sure you keep your soul and keep it real
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| Cause new situations will later be ill
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| So I try to keep it in my mind, and prematurely
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| My plane leaves early, I love the world
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| I said my plane leaves early, prematurely, I love the world |