You must leave so you can see
There's so much that you can be
And you will find out on the other side of town
On the other side of town
Yo, it's kinda crazy where it gets you when you fly
My uncle seen this whole earth and didn't even drive
I'll take him on a tour with me, but recently he died
But he knew the map front to back, I've seen it in his eyes
Hence the name Sene, travel around this rock, no Ciroc
Stewardess pass, I ask for whiskey on the rocks
Pray from where he's standing that he's proud of where I got
Considering nobody didn't ever gave me squat
I'm a proud gent, setting out to Paris on a project
Yeah right, coaching on this ocean for these non-checks
Red eye, and barely even seen my bed, I'm
(?) caught and young jedi
Mind tricking, eyes flicker
But overseas flights, the plane provides liquor
May arrive twisted and found print
That line sits truer than a prostitue that'll do you for a fine tip
And a lot'll make you slime quick
Sun rise 5-6 depending on where you living
Like the sun I'm shining and I do it from a distance
Every now and then I'll drop a quarter just to call ya
But otherwise I miss ya, yo
I've got a feeling that this jet lag's
A feeling I'll be missing when I'm pissing in a bedpan
Flirting with the nurses, lifting skirts during spongebaths
Telling 'em stories of the journeys of a young man
The crazy part is that it's unplanned
Keys, phone, passports, magazines, one bag
Headphones, CDs, how did I forgot those?
Once took a bag of Mozart to a fresh show
Fucked up, once again it was my unc's stuff
Kinda music that my unc bump
Absent minded, even if I had the time to find it
I be sitting in an office doing business with a bag lunch
Unpack, pack up, take train, catch bus
Hotel, pay bills, check out, smash love
Step out, promise that when I return I will tell her about my trip first
Then I'd do it reverse