inspiring envy, But not yourself. That's the last thing you told me, I'm back to make amends. So go on tell all your friends, You're just travelling through
life inspiring envy But not yourself That's the last thing you told me I'm back to make amends So go on tell all your friends You're just traveling through
enjoying what they're giving me A man that's still a boy and to avoid responsibility I do it for attention, and when they say I'm good I'm representing more than just
I work coming up from the dirt Show me luv not a fake thrill I'ma flirt wit the girls and um make sure that they worth time and personal Travel round
[Intro] 9th, 9th's got them beats that you just sing to for no reason [laughs] Sometimes you got to get to know yourself You gotta travel a little bit
I'll poke my fingers through your eyes like scissor handles. The robots talk to me in uteral, like (mac your our planet's secret weapon find a studio!) cyborgs travel
just a tool used by the ancients to change this Just another day in this Wasteland We've got to change this game plan Or we'll die by the same hand Just
lookin at you, physical chiseled that of a statue Type of shit to make you travel from Philly to the Big Apple It feels kind of crazy, reminiscin back through
city But the phone sits still though I owe these bills Only focus on the thrills of the shows we killed Can we rebuild? 'Cause the road to travel on is
Or resurrected Apollo myth To seal your fate Feed your plate And just plain worship and adore you But the pills you swill Bring you no thrill So travel
germs as I travel the distance Eternally locked in a cell in the form of sperm Doing life, mental strife, evil semenal germ Swimmin through revengeful
Lair, in particular My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine to the top of your cerebrum cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex Enter through
thrills yeah! no small heaven (haven) i got the left hand of the keeper - meet me in st. louis "god" a one- way ticket's cheaper yeah! time-travel i'
of the Kings As archeologists search for this sixteen pillar tomb With platoons Time never soon My shit?s hid on the moon Take flight. Chorus: Just
I'm lookin' at you, physical chiseled that of a statue Type of shit to make you travel from Philly to the Big Apple It feels kind of crazy, reminiscin' back through
don't have to go that far You just slide in to my car Can I roll, roll, roll, there, there, there You don't have to go that far You just slide in to
Motherfucker hanging on the thrill, Small haven, haven I got a left hand of the keeper Meet me in St. Louis God a one-way ticket's cheaper Time-travel
I, when I long for company I pop in my, pop in my pornography 'Cause that's real love, real love made for TV Shoot to thrill you, baby Shoot to thrill
