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Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind) Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind) 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 motherfucker somebody stop me Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind) Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind) (We used to read about this never thought it'd be real) (Now we all in planes trains and automobiles) Me I be relaxin' though skiing in Jackson Hole Eating baked Alaskan steaming a bag o' droll Schemin' on stacks of dough either it's fast or slow Steadily as we go better react Now you could walk like a zombie or monster mash While your braindead mommy give me all the cash Get that fake broad freakin' like Nate Dogg singin' Without the grapes or the eight ball drinkin' Playboy Bunnies with O' snappin' pictures Cause I got the gift of gab like Blackalicious Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind) Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind) (We used to read about this never thought it'd be real) (Now we all in planes trains and automobiles) It's pandemonimum when Souls touch down Bus like the grey goose that shit is home for now Buzzed off the Grey Goose then the Patron come out Woods roll way loose and they flowin' around And Woods whole day booze when I'm patrollin' the crowd 'Cause they can hold they booze and fo' sho goin' put out I used to stand in they shoes and hope to get out fools had to pay dues finally broke us some ground Now my toes'll touch ground, where the seasons is opposite I done folded some pounds I done folded some bassam yen From rockin' it yeah rockin' it And I'm back to rock again that's the best part about the shit Tour stories, (fellas on the grind) true stories (fellas on the grind) Tour stories, (fellas on the grind) true stories (fellas on the grind) (We used to read about this never thought it'd be real) (Now we all in planes trains and automobiles) Sweet for her cuz she made porn Orange Crush broke down and they sore Wow, stay torn Went from transport trans to Astro vans Never had no plans to Sambo man my fam won't flam Freaknik'n passed out in Amsterdam Sugar water got a mule kick em' back on land Uncle Ron played the guitar for forty years Said he never been around the world like us his eyes teared When we took the learjet before we got our ears wet All across the hemisphere and we ain't even there yet Clear net to the Tascam twenty minute set four mics intersect Tours heighten intellect Tour stories, (fellas on the grind) true stories (fellas on the grind) Tour stories, (fellas on the grind) true stories (fellas on the grind) (We used to read about this never thought it'd be real) (Now we all in planes trains and automobiles) Tour stories, true stories Tour stories, true stories Tour stories, true stories Tour stories, true stories Tour stories, true stories Tour stories, true stories
Writer(s): Opio Lindsey, Adam Carter, Damani Thompson, Tajai Massey, Damian Siguenza Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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