| Listen, hey yo, I’m lost on the road, then nowhere to go
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| Two thousand miles from home, my life is a show
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| On a plane, in a van, my click got contraband
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| Water or the land, Japan or Amsterdam
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| Hold tight, sonny, we gotta get that money
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| And bring it home soon, and cruise to Cancun
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| I miss my bed, marijuana and mushrooms
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| They treat me hella bad when I’m sittin' in customs
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| I woke up in a foreign land
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| You see, I had to leave this town in search of sound and explore the land
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| No court orders, just the ball in my court
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| Life’s callin', I’m all in, fall in left at the fort
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| My breath’s for breathin', like eyes are for seein'
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| I’m sort of more bein' alive, and if you’re dreamin'
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| That’s fine, I’m movin' on city to city and back
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| And that’s home, none is as pretty as that
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| We take Planes, Trains, automobiles
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| Ride around the world and collect more skrill
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| But when we get gone, I miss my home
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| Once we get gone…
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| We take Planes, Trains, automobiles
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| Ride around the world and collect more skrill
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| But when we get gone, I miss my home
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| Once we get gone…
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| Gazin' out the window of the 747
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| Tryin' to keep grounded, braise, level-headed
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| Get phrase, because I know my people miss me
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| And I wanna return with that bacon crispy
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| I navigate the expedition because I’m a trooper
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| Come home with discoveries, exploring new truths
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| So lovely, we movin' free throughout time
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| Experience what is, and then appreciate mines
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| I’m on a jetliner flyin', race through the sky and
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| Give me some space, some water, please, when I’m rhymin'
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| Keep the rum and henny cause it doesn’t do me any
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| «I want some hardcore», I’m 'bout to give you plenty
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| Like the blunts and the brizzles, the flirtation sizzles
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| You know you shouldn’t touch her down deep in the middle
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| But you still wanna fiddle, though it’s way past fo'
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| You and her already know that she fittin' to go, for sho'
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| I grew up on fresh air with hippies
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| Now I suck smog around wanna be 50's
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| So far from the start, I just need a round trip
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| Me, I’m Heaven bound to this
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| (To the next city, a pity, twenty more shows
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| Twenty more days in stank and dirty clothes
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| A young brother get along when he out on the road
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| On this flow, I feel like headin' for home)
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| We take Planes, Trains, automobiles
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| Ride around the world and collect more skrill
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| But when we get gone, I miss my home
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| Once we get gone…
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| We take Planes, Trains, automobiles
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| Ride around the world and collect more skrill
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| But when we get gone, I miss my home
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| Once we get gone…
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| Get back, kick raps, forgettin' where we at
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| On the atlas, do a mapquest, roger that
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| Travel on one, even though I’m long, gone up, gone
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| Everything up under the sun, all on a drum, one
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| (Sunsets forever, that’s just my pleasure
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| Return to center, begin a new era
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| Must make the journey to bring it all with me
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| A daily commute as the world keeps turning)
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| We take Planes, Trains, automobiles
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| Ride around the world and collect more skrill
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| But when we get gone, I miss my home
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| Once we get gone…
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| We take Planes, Trains, automobiles
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| Ride around the world and collect more skrill
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| But when we get gone, I miss my home
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| Once we get gone… |