Get Out! Scarub

Want For Nothing...

[VERSE 1]
Curb side service, drop and go, no luggage checked
Carry on earth's surface, got a stroll like I own this shit
I savvy travel, skid-addle, dabble a bit, then scramble
Sally forward through allies, catty-corners, and tunnels
Breaching zones, I reach and roam what's shown when TV's on
A beast that feast upon, beats he's thrown, then speaks in poems
Ease along the streets, my karma's peace, I'm on some reap what's sewn
To each his own, performing songs with heat that leaves the speakers blown
Another day at work, and yet I'm taking off
A model citizen, that runway's my catwalk

Front of the plan like a fighter pilot riding high
Over head weather clear or cloudy, I be
Mileage compiling while gliding to islands
Sky is the limit, I'm frequently flying

Test drive a plan, joy ride a jet
Passing through, what's popping, nice to drop in, just pit stopping
City swapping often, like bar hopping, watch me screech on down your block and
It ain't a option, Carpe Diem till I want for nothing

Spinning the globe on the trigger finger, figure
Get up and go, and adventure out the window
When on the road pure ascension, watch a winner
Balling or broke, new dimensions I will enter
Stamps all over the passport, looking like a Nascar
Orbiting the maps far reaches
Surfing on sofas and couches in foreign hang-outs
Crashing house parties on beaches