Tour Stories (Clean) - Souls Of Mischief

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We been on this tour damn near two months you know what I’m sayin?»

Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind)

Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind)

Ain’t no way to count all the flights I’m takin'

Chillin' in Australia with them white Jamaicans

In Tokyo I wasn’t relaxin' when I smoked

They throw the book at you if they catch you with a roach

International ladies be givin' up the numbers

Homie get around like Christopher Columbus

And they know I’ll be back like Arnold

Act carnal soon as I slam the car door…

That’s hard fo' a lot of brothers but not me

You could watch the Travel Channel probably spot me

And I’m very thankful I ain’t gotta be cocky

But I’m flyer than a motherf**ker somebody stop me

Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind)

Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind)

(we used to read about this never thought it’d be real

Now we all in planes trains and automobiles)

Me I be relaxin' though skiing in Jackson Hole

Eating baked Alaskan steaming a bag o' droll

Schemin' on stacks of dough either it’s fast or slow

Steadily as we go better react

Now you could walk like a zombie or monster mash

While your braindead mommy give me all the cash

Get that fake broad freakin' like Nate Dogg singin'

Without the grapes or the eight ball drinkin'

Playboy Bunnies with O' snappin' pictures

Cuz I got the gift of gab like Blackalicious

And your African princess acting different

If you ever disrespect you’ll have to get shit checked

Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind)

Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind)

(we used to read about this never thought it’d be real

Now we all in planes trains and automobiles)

It’s pandemonimum when Souls touch down

Bus like the grey goose that shit is home for now

Buzzed off the Grey Goose then the Patron come out

Woods roll way loose and they flowin' around

And Woods whole day booze when I’m patrollin' the crowd

Cuz they can hold they booze and fo' sho goin' put out

I used to stand in they shoes and hope to get out

Fools had to pay dues finally broke us some ground

Now my toes’ll touch ground, where the seasons is opposite

I done folded some pounds I done folded some bassam yen

From rockin' it yeah rockin' it

And I’m back to rock again that’s the best part about the sh*t

Tour stories, (fellas on the grind) true stories (fellas on the grind)

Tour stories, (fellas on the grind) true stories (fellas on the grind)

(we used to read about this never thought it’d be real

Now we all in planes trains and automobiles)

Sweet for her cuz she made porn

Orange Crush broke down and they sore Wow, stay torn

Went from transport trans to Astro vans

Never had no plans to Sambo man my fam won’t flam

Freaknik’n passed out in Amsterdam

Sugar water got a mule kick em' back on land

Uncle Ron played the guitar for forty years

Said he never been around the world like us his eyes teared

When we took the learjet before we got our ears wet

All across the hemisphere and we ain’t even there yet

Clear net to the Tascam twenty minute set four mics intersect

Tours heighten intellect

Tour stories, (fellas on the grind) true stories (fellas on the grind)

Tour stories, (fellas on the grind) true stories (fellas on the grind)

(we used to read about this never thought it’d be real

Now we all in planes trains and automobiles)

Tour stories, true stories

Tour stories, true stories

Tour stories, true stories

Tour stories, true stories

Tour stories, true stories

Tour stories, true stories