Abhi The Nomad - Travel Song текст песни

Текст песни Travel Song - Abhi The Nomad



This is my travel song
I got my suitcase, money stuffed in a zipper
I might be gone for long
I got my toothpaste, signs own star tipper
Ain't bout what you heard I'm bout that doing me (ok)
Travel but my dialect I'm fluent b (goddamn)
Head rush with the boarding pass and crew in c
If I die today hope we crash right Into the sea
I'm born to fly, curse with the death wish
And if we plane - emergency exit
Mama still find my Body in the bed -
Corpse with a headset What a poetic ending
Yeah, gone out one hand on the boarding pass
You know the flow gorgeous
Only the port of raps, only use boarder patrol pass
Never linger, until I be lonely, a hoard of cats; uh uh
I just move like a bovine, break like a break
Suitcase to co-sign
Duplex to China
Flat down in Paris
Graves don't be shot into spaces
This is my travel song...
Mmm, yeah, I know oh oh woh oh oh oh no now how
At least I know the person I aspire to be
I'll be happy one day not going pirate feet
Money ain't the motive but a helping hand
I'm been moving every second of my life, never show it on my Instagram
Cuz I've been to vegas I had the
Calamari with the champagne I made some paper
I been to Beijing
Markets of octopus and fried crickets. I taste the flavor
I still remember brown lit bastard in the east
Fiji where the town is underwater
California with a gun controller
But will i ever settle for my sons and daughters, who knows
I just move like a bovine
I'm shaking like the Saint Andreas fault line
Ain't got a number that's working
This is my travel song



Авторы: Abhi Sridharan Vaidehi


Abhi The Nomad - Catharsis
Альбом Catharsis
дата релиза
21-10-2016




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