Destination remote
We done been everywhere
Only thing we aint traveled
Is time yo
The boy record smell like bleach
I can travel where I want
Im accustomed clearin customs
It aint custom, I dont come
Flee the bird to the truck
I scream, Au revoir, to the stewardess
Border control asking stupid shit
Stayin at home, I hate
Runaway love, but Im no Ludacris
Sippin on mint tea, take my shoes off
Then we take off, then I snooze off
Until I land where Im foreign
Then I wake up, wipe the drool off
Got my passport in my weekend
Ima cool off, get a sweet tan
Loafers filled with beach sand
Recline til its time to peace sign
Fuck all the chains and the cars, get a passport
See the world, open your eyes til your back hurt
Niggas get bread and wont leave, shit is backwards
Start with your feet, then a car, then an airport
Get out your bubble gum
Blow up horizons, sun
Sled in the Alps or go tube in Missoula
Or tour in Japan or go scuba in Cuba
Or land in a borough, Jerrod got the brioche
Ciabatta in Como, it matches my peacoat
Oversee the sea, all the things that you could see
Like them languages I speak, out in Paris for a week
Take my nephews out to Nice, they like Who? Im like, Oui, ha
We on a safari
Legendary safari
World-renowned
Globally recognized
Catch us if you can baby, we on a safari
Are you keepin up? Fari
Once in a lifetime baby, we on a safari
This what it sounds like when the moon and the sun collide
Speakin matter-of-factly baby, we on a safari
Were just light years ahead you said that it was you I saw with another in my place
Yeah
Every car retarded, the garage look like a loony bin
What coupe he in? Depends on the fit and the type of mood he in ugh
I been switchin gears since Tracee Ellis Ross was UPN
Clutch, then he stroke outta nowhere like a droopy grin ugh
Huh, took that Grammy home, couldnt lose again
The suit was so sharp that it could get Medusa coochie trimmed ugh
Hov talkin bout a hundred million, nigga, loop me in
Like who that young, rich, handsome nigga with the gooey skin? Ugh
Mama named him Tyler and his brothers call him T
And the bank, they call him when that wire clear like season three or somethin ugh
Skateboard named him Bunnyhop, its Baudelaire or Wolfie, though
The felines named him hour for how long he eat the pussy wait a minute ugh
Pink loafers scuff quickly, Fiat cost a buck sixty
Ill keep it a buck fifty, yall cant really fuck with me ugh
Bitch, I got the fuzz and Ima own it til they bury him
Only twenty-nine, but Ive been focused since thirty M ugh
Wolf
Call me if you get lost Gangsta Grillz
And like that uh we gone