Destination: remote

We done been everywhere

Only thing we ain′t traveledIs 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

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)

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