SAFARI

The boy record smell like bleach

I can travel where I want

I'm accustomed clearing 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

Staying at home, I hate

Runaway love, but I'm no Ludacris

Sipping 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 weak hand

I'ma cool off, get a sweet tan

Loafers filled with beach sand

Recline till it's time to peace sign

Fuck all the chains, fuck the cars, get a passport

See the world, open your eyes till your back hurt

**** 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"

We on a safari

Legendary

World-renowned

Globally recognized

Baby

We on a safari

Catch us if you can

Are you keeping up?

Once in a lifetime

We on a safari

This what it sounds like when the moon and the sun collide

Speaking matter-of-factly

We on a safari

We're just light years ahead

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

I been switchin' gears since Tracee Ellis Ross was UPN

Clutch, then he stroke, outta nowhere like a droopy grin, huh

Took that GRAMMY home, couldn't lose again

The suit was so sharp that it could get Medusa coochie trimmed

Hov talking 'bout a hundred million, ****, loop me in

Like who that young, rich, handsome **** with the gooey skin?

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'

Skateboard named him Bunnyhop

It's Baudelaire or Wolfie though

The felines named him hour for how long he eat the—

Wait a minute

Pink loafers scuff quickly

Fiat cost a buck sixty

I'll keep it a buck fifty

Y'all can't really fuck with me

Bitch, I got the fuzz and I'ma own it till they bury him

Only twenty-nine but I've been focused since thirty M

Wolf

Call me if you get lost

Gangsta Grillz

And like that

We gone