Nothing But Strangeness CunninLynguists (Ft. Hilltop Hoods & Looptroop Rockers)
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[Intro (Sampled): Jack Bruce]
We've seen so many towns
Where the trains don't ever stop
[Verse 1: Natti]
Ain't no smellin' what the rose got cookin'
How many flights just got charged for rebookin'?
Google Maps, backpacks, wrong routes tookin'
Yet through all the bullshit, we keep pushin'
Long as we got sweets that we can keep kush in
Me and Deac lost like change in seat cushions
Tryin' to find the right highway, the high way
Speedin' to catch time, stopped on a dime for
Five 50 pound turkeys crossin' I-9
We lookin' at the weed like we lost our mind
[Verse 2: Pressure]
On the road again, the journey to the unknown again
Another episode when you're supposed to end
Week after week, test my patience
Sleep deprivation's the key to miss three destinations
Passed out drunk, couldn't speak, every nation's
Itinerary's missing the week's reservations
I'll rest my feet where the peeps don't know the Strange
Lucky I'm a creep and the streets don't know my name
We've seen so many towns
Where the trains don't ever stop
[Verse 1: Natti]
Ain't no smellin' what the rose got cookin'
How many flights just got charged for rebookin'?
Google Maps, backpacks, wrong routes tookin'
Yet through all the bullshit, we keep pushin'
Long as we got sweets that we can keep kush in
Me and Deac lost like change in seat cushions
Tryin' to find the right highway, the high way
Speedin' to catch time, stopped on a dime for
Five 50 pound turkeys crossin' I-9
We lookin' at the weed like we lost our mind
[Verse 2: Pressure]
On the road again, the journey to the unknown again
Another episode when you're supposed to end
Week after week, test my patience
Sleep deprivation's the key to miss three destinations
Passed out drunk, couldn't speak, every nation's
Itinerary's missing the week's reservations
I'll rest my feet where the peeps don't know the Strange
Lucky I'm a creep and the streets don't know my name
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