Travel Lyrics

When I get high go places you can't go

Travel and Connect wit people you will never know

If he not fuck wit the gang we don't fuck wit bro

Don't ask me bout that bitch that ain't my hoe no mo

Got some for highs and got some for lows

We blowin off the roof and kicking down the doors

Can't talk about the highs of course without the lows

Say yes ah thousand times they leave when you say no

Used to take them trips to the corner stores

I just seen my nephew damn man he getting old

Or matter fact is it me that's getting old

Treat my issues with the weed that shit be getting rolled

Proper preparation mixed wit pride and dedication (choppy)

Make sure that you that pay attention you call that articulation

Don't let teacher teach and misguide you with wrong demonstration

Every bitch ain't gone be the same some need stimulation