| You must leave so you can see |
| There’s so much that you can be |
| And you will find out on the other side of town |
| On the other side of town |
| Yo, it’s kinda crazy where it gets you when you fly |
| My uncle seen this whole earth and didn’t even drive |
| I’ll take him on a tour with me, but recently he died |
| But he knew the map front to back, I’ve seen it in his eyes |
| Hence the name Sene, travel around this rock, no Ciroc |
| Stewardess pass, I ask for whiskey on the rocks |
| Pray from where he’s standing that he’s proud of where I got |
| Considering nobody didn’t ever gave me squat |
| I’m a proud gent, setting out to Paris on a project |
| Yeah right, coaching on this ocean for these non-checks |
| Red eye, and barely even seen my bed, I’m |
| (?) caught and young jedi |
| Mind tricking, eyes flicker |
| But overseas flights, the plane provides liquor |
| May arrive twisted and found print |
| That line sits truer than a prostitue that’ll do you for a fine tip |
| And a lot’ll make you slime quick |
| Sun rise 5−6 depending on where you living |
| Like the sun I’m shining and I do it from a distance |
| Every now and then I’ll drop a quarter just to call ya |
| But otherwise I miss ya, yo |
| I’ve got a feeling that this jet lag’s |
| A feeling I’ll be missing when I’m pissing in a bedpan |
| Flirting with the nurses, lifting skirts during spongebaths |
| Telling 'em stories of the journeys of a young man |
| The crazy part is that it’s unplanned |
| Keys, phone, passports, magazines, one bag |
| Headphones, CDs, how did I forgot those? |
| Once took a bag of Mozart to a fresh show |
| Fucked up, once again it was my unc’s stuff |
| Kinda music that my unc bump |
| Absent minded, even if I had the time to find it |
| I be sitting in an office doing business with a bag lunch |
| Unpack, pack up, take train, catch bus |
| Hotel, pay bills, check out, smash love |
| Step out, promise that when I return I will tell her about my trip first |
| Then I’d do it reverse |