Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
USHUAIA & THE WANDERLUST ORCHESTRA
Performer
Kemar Williams
Lead Vocals
RayZa
Lead Vocals
Daniel Batijanic
Bass Guitar
Stefano Iascone
Horn
Jacopo Aluzzi
Drums
Ushuaia
Keyboards
Valentina Cariulo
Orchestra
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vince Baldassarre
Songwriter
Lorenzo Fischetti
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jacopo Aluzzi
Mixing Engineer
Sayntt
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I'm here on my way, seeking everyday
all the answers I tried to keep away from me.
There's not just one soul, just one way to love
I'm a million miles from hom but not alone. Wanderlust my way, yes I'm scared someday,
but in this cheap room in Lapa I've never felt so rich. Priceless is my breath what I see as well,
the drifter in my heart is stronger than my weaknesses.
I was born rich, freedom always been enough
I live it up! When I’m overseas, or I’m home I’m always free,
I live it up! Wanderlust, you don’t need a dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar Bill y’all to be rich somewhere in Lapa, Lapa, Lapa, Lapa, that’s real.
Wherever I lay my hat could be my home
Fit it! Snap back back like my cap when I kick a flow Ripping Out of a sling shot when I’m spitting (Pew!) Who you kidding still ain’t admitting
That I got a vision I’m gone on a mission ahead
of my time, so every rhyme sound futuristic
New edition It ain’t nobody as rich as a mind full
of gold and a soul ready for an adventure
Lifted Hitting the road You know that they meant it When I say wherever I go It ain’t no difference
It’s still a world premiere And my life is the movie ticket
So where is this place? I can't see today
That city, nation or continent or just my face. Wanderlust my way. My heart is my compass seeking beauty, oddities, that singular essence.
I was born rich, freedom always been enough
I live it up! When I’m overseas, or I’m home I’m always free,
I live it up! Wanderlust, you don’t need a dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar Bill y’all to be rich somewhere in Lapa, Lapa, Lapa, Lapa, that’s real.
Using my heart as a compass,
Traveling more than Columbus
But the only Christopher that we acknowledge is Wallace when we get to the function
Spread love it’s the Brooklyn way
Biggie Smalls he was on to something
When life ain’t a walk in the park,
that’s the motto, you should run with
See a opportunity I jump in
Ain’t no making nothing out of nothing
Got to take a chance just to get a shot
When you see it better pull your gun quick Bop bop! Ah! Shoot for the stars And all that’s above it
Home is where the heart is, but your mind state
is where you actually from kid, let’s go!
So where is this place? I can't see today
That city, nation or continent or just my face.
Written by: Lorenzo Fischetti, Vince Baldassarre