Souls Of Mischief - Tour Stories (Instrumental) | Текст песни

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Ain't no way to count all the flights I'm takin'
Chillin' in Australia with them white Jamaicans
In Tokyo I wasn't relaxin' when I smoked
They throw the book at you if they catch you with a roach
International ladies be givin' up the numbers
Homie get around like Christopher Columbus

And they know I'll be back like Arnold
Act carnal soon as I slam the car door...
That's hard fo' a lot of brothers but not me
You could watch the Travel Channel probably spot me
And I'm very thankful I ain't gotta be cocky
But I'm flyer than a motherf**ker somebody stop me

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