Red Eye

Yeah! It’s The Urban Renewal Project, and we back… We back, y’all.

We international now, and we came to do it again!

Hey Reazon, let ‘em know exactly how we grind.

No sleep, been up for five days, and I’m getting hypnotized by the highway, ay.

No sleep, been up for five days, and I’m getting hypnotized by the highway, ay.

Pull up all the way from L.A. Turn it up and do it all again the next day, ay.

First off, we don’t give a fuck who the fuck you is.

We came to rip the stage then do it again.

In another city, state, where the money gonna pay

You know, after the show don’t unzip the suitcase—we gone!

Just pimping Americon

Living life through melodies, God flow with the song.

Strip clubs. Spokane. Fresh on the weekend, throwing money in the air: “we didn’t bring it to keep it!”

Strippers in the club with exotic bodies like Maseratis.

When we step in the room they know that we ain’t just anybody.

Said that she can see we amazing.

After that, can it be some Californication?

But I’m exclusive with my shit. Hey know that, bitch.

Reazon like, “What you doin? She had a twin!”

Crowd losing mind on stage last night, like how these jazz musicians living rockstar lives. Let’s go!

No sleep, been up for five days, and I’m getting hypnotized by the highway, ay.

No sleep, been up for five days, and I’m getting hypnotized by the highway, ay.

Pull up all the way from L.A. Turn it up and do it all again the next day, ay.

Ay, ten months of tour, now that’s just absurd.

Show after show got my vision blurred.

I just fell asleep and I’m awake again.

Man, I don’t even know what state I’m in.

All I really know is that I’m here to do my thing, ‘cause everytime I flow it’s butane, blue flame. Tribe Called Quest, “Can I Kick It,” Luke Cane.

Holding mikes like Pippen in the flu game, ooh.

Now, if you tell me where the cash at,

I’m Kerouac, “On the Road” with my bags packed, ooh.

You could PayPal, Venmo or Cash App.

I’mma need all my publishing from ASCAP, ooh.

Saying you hustle? We hustle harder.

Depart on a charter flight to Jakarta.

Then return like a Jedi, early morning on a red eye, money earned and then I’m sad that I can tell I got…

No sleep, been up for five days, and I’m getting hypnotized by the highway, ay.

No sleep, been up for five days, and I’m getting hypnotized by the highway, ay.

Pull up all the way from L.A. Turn it up and do it all again the next day, ay.

Sleeping on the interstate.

Hundred miles per hour.

Countryside and cityscapes.

We don’t stop. We don’t stop. We don’t stop. We don’t stop.

Sliding down the interstate.

Minutes turn to hours.

Living for the city stage.

We don’t stop. We don’t stop. We don’t stop. We don’t stop.