Postcards Grieves

[Intro]
Welcome everybody to R.S.E flight 352 with non-stop travel to wherever your fine ass decided to go today. Before we take off I, I'd like to go over a few safety procedures. So please make sure your seat is leaned back, your glass is full and your speakers are turned all the way up

[Verse 1]
I woke up in a city I can't even say the name of
People lookin' at me wonderin' where the fuck I came from
Had to catch a flight to 'em
Drank a couple whiskies in the air
Called my mama when I landed and told her not to be scared
I'm a rolling stone
Never really knowin' when I'm goin' home
Went and caught the itch and got the beat like it was Cortisone
I'm out here
You can go ahead and let them know
That the groove has to be slumped
And that bass has got to be low

[Hook]
This that shit that you can play in LA
From Chicago to Seattle, all the way to BK
Caught the A to JFK and had to hop on a plane
I'll send your ass a postcard, postcard
I'll send your ass a postcard, postcard
I'll send your ass a postcard, postcard
I'll send your ass a—uh, yo