SAFARI

Destination: remote
 We done been everywhere
 Only thing we ain't traveled
 Is time (yo)
 The boy record smell like bleach
 I can travel where I want
 I'm accustomed clearin' customs
 It ain't custom, I don't 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 I'm no Ludacris
 Sippin' on mint tea, take my shoes off
 Then we take off, then I snooze off
 Until I land where I'm foreign
 Then I wake up, wipe the drool off
 Got my passport in my weekend
 I'ma cool off, get a sweet tan
 Loafers filled with beach sand
 Recline 'til it's 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 won't 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?" I'm like, "Oui," ha
 We on a safari
 Legendary (safari)
 World-renowned
 Globally recognized
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 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
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 Speakin' matter-of-factly (baby, we on a safari)
 We're 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, couldn't 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, it's 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
 I'll keep it a buck fifty, y'all can't really fuck with me (ugh)
 Bitch, I got the fuzz and I'ma own it 'til they bury him
 Only twenty-nine, but I've been focused since thirty M (ugh)
 Wolf
 Call me if you get lost (Gangsta Grillz)
 And like that (uh) we gone