Travelin’ Man ’09 Mac Miller

[Intro]
Uh
The High Life
You know I stay on the move

[Chorus]
Memories don't live like people do (Uh-huh)
They always remember you (Yeah)
Whether things are good or bad (Uh-huh)
It's just the memories (This the motherfuckin' The High Life)
Memories don't live like people do (I'm your host)
Baby, don't forget me (Mac Miller)
I'm a travelin' man, movin' through places (What?)
Space and time, got a lot of things I got to do (The always grindin')
But Lord willing, I'm coming back to you (Aha)
Baby boo, I'm a travelin' man, movin' through places
Space and time, got a lot of things I got to do (Check [?] right here)
But God willing, I'm comin' back to you (Let's do it)
Baby boo

[Verse 1]
Uh, uh, uh
Look, look, yeah
Yeah, I keep my bags packed, always back on the road
Headed back to baby girl right after the show
But now I got clothes, hoes, piff and kicks
Always twist a couple spiffs while I'm in the whip
First thing, you need to gas, hit the pump, fill the tank up (Yeah)
Tell my homie at the register to stay up (Yo)
I'm on the parkway, feelin' like a straight month
Going through the tunnel 'bout to break up (What?)
Phone gets hanged up, tunes turned way up to the max (Max)
Hit the L twice then pass it to the back—breath (Yep)
My medication comin' in for recreation
Ain't no pause or hesitation, tryna catch my respiration
I ain't never had no patience, so I'm hardly ever waitin'
Just creatin' money makin' with creative preparation (Uh-huh)
Sick of all these cats with false representation
Too big of words? Maybe need some translation
Intellectual boy, figurative with language
And that there (That there), that ain't shit (Uh-uh)
You feel me? (Yup)
The High Life, and I'm gone (What?)