Abhi the Nomad - Travel Song lyrics

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 pa** and crew in c If I die today hope we crash right Into the sea I'm born to fly, curse with the d**h 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 pa** You know the flow gorgeous Only the port of raps, only use boarder patrol pa** 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 ba*tard 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