Rafael Casal - On Tour lyrics

(Yeah) (Huh) (Okay) (Huh) Now, see when I'm on tour, I'm never insecure Signing notebooks, girls screaming premature And I ain't even known, barely stepping in the door Still traveling alone, expanding my repertoire They say maybe down the road, what I'm making may just soar, so Will you sign my poem, cuz you'll never be too sure Everybody blown, buying me Coronas Another time zone, somebody bringing me Folgers On the college circuit, no, nothing's ever perfect Sometimes there's no crowd, sometimes you can't work it So when it goes dead, I just focus on the perks, sh** Still got my bread and my hotels purchased And in the morning you back on that JetBlue To the next audience you need to accept you Buy a CD, bring you to they venue Trying to make friends cuz thats what friends can do (Huh) Some fans been following me for ages Saw me on HBO, and call me famous Grabbed my download, subscribing to all my pages Caught my video on her phone, she bootlegged it And I'm collecting every poster that my face on To celebrate the fact that I ain't had to go and make one Taking all these photos, next day they up on Facebook Tagging me and saying how my show was so amazing "Oh my God, I loved it, it was so good" (Huh, yeah) But when I go home, home to settle Local folks speak like they grown and on my level Telling me they rock shows, when I know they throw pebbles But I don't even mind, I just leave them behind See, they made the grapes, but I make the wine And he claims he great, but can't escape the vine Wanna make what I make, but ain't even got the time So he runs his mouth then travels down south Fine. Follow me online Where I can read letters 'bout how I'm better Where people tell me, "Rafa, you should do a record," But the Bay gets no love, so there's so much pressure Jet setter, stacking up my frequent flyers Cuz I am the header on these frequent fliers No savings, but a frequent buyer Collecting ice creams like Breyer Yes, I make about two stacks when performing Do about six quick tracks then relax Means I'm making over three bills every poem Each piece three minutes, that's a bill every 60 seconds I'm going. It ain't like I'm balling I'm'a call that my blessing, that people keep calling And women keep sweating on me every so often Fall in love in Texas, get some head out in Boston Loving the applause when it comes right by me Oakland fitted, wanna know if I get hyphy I say "I might be". Plus, I get hippie Tripping on shrooms till I'm back in the 60s Past of an MC, future producer Presently in a frenzy, somebody gimme "woosah" I must be a paratrooper, the daring way I maneuver Cuz I don't get played, just blown like a tuba, I'm smoother Two to the face when I touch down 'Round where my folks pound, don't hang around Next flight. At SFO, shed my excess hoe Baby won't let go. "You'll be home soon, right?" No, sweetie, I got arrangements And don't try and check me, you don't make my payments I'm headed to Milwaukee, so unless you're gonna walk me Please let go of my arm be, because these planes I can't miss Kiss, and I'm gone. This is how I lose every lady The price you pay for the life I play It ain't right making her wait every night and day But I can't not take a mic they hand my way So I tell her to replace me, my best weapon But when checkin' in on my ex-women Part of me dies when I see that men stepped in The ones who could mend the mess I left them in But many young men stuck working retail So I can't compromise nothin' for no female I'm on the road alone, I manage every detail One day I'll have a chick who laughs when I tell her these tales 'Bout how spent my 20s traveling the globe Just paying my tuition off some sh** that I wrote Which goes against the intuition of those who listen To rap music and think that it's a bunch of dumb folks And this be it, bruh, the artist hustle Don't envy it, it is the hardest hustle Many of us brag about the stars and the women But what we keep hidden are the scars and stumbles Pick up and zip up my bag again Cuz I'm back to somewhere else on the map again Break another heart for the making of my art So I savor every part of my travelin' Yeah, dropped the monster. Proof I'm beast And of the best while I get my degree out east In the midwest, where the west coast MCs get Very little respect, but they respect your number one rep Yes, me. Cuz I advanced the whole sk** set Make beats, rap sing with a live quartet At this point and time I think I penned a fine portrait So I'm out slow, leave you with me humming on this outro [hums]