passport versuri

Versuri Machine Gun Kelly & Wiz Khalifa – passport lyrics

Yeah, okay, I’m a little jet-lagged right now (right now)
I’m still up in the sky, ain’t touched down
I got a hundred stamps in my passport (ay)
Got a hundred grams on me, I’ma transport
And when I land, I’ma roll a baseball bat (ay)
Out in Europe in a Cleveland baseball hat (yeah)
Stackin’ Euros for the hotel smoke fees
And the plug’s gonna charge like a Mophie

Hit the tour group text, where we at next? (Sup?)
Can’t even pronounce the city, that’s a big flex
My boy a ho, he be scrollin’ through his index (ay)
I be chillin’ with my guitar and my cigarettes

17-hour flight, I’ma sleep ten (uh)
Hit the stage soon as I land and do it again (damn)
Good intentions, some things that we won’t mention (what?)
But if you know what I know, them some good friendships
Could’ve said long ago, this as good as it gets
But I wake up every day still in the trenches (yeah)
Show up everywhere consented (uh)
Now they heard it stay like they gifted, I said it, I meant it

The road’s like that, I’m cold like that
I’m lookin’ for my other half, tryna become whole like that
My soul’s like that, I’m chose like that
I’m elevatin’, so you know I gotta wear my clothes like that
Black Margiela and a Dries top
Cuff up the bottom of my pants, see Chanel socks
That’s about the only thing that I’ll expose like that
I been broke and I been broken, now I can’t go back (uh-uh)

Someone keeps calling, keeps me from home
I go through this often, I’m back on my own
Someone keeps calling, keeps me from home
I go through this often, I’m back on my own

Yeah, and I don’t know when I’ll return back, so I gotta earn the cash
To keep the same views that I’m used to
Things get more dangerous when you’re more famous
So I bought Windows you can’t shoot through
Used to drink Tropicana, now it’s yuzu
Drive the Cullinans, it used to be an Isuzu
You know that you blew the fuck up when you punch dude once
And now everybody trying to sue you

Or you got a couple billion views on YouTube (uh)
Always got some weed on you, or they assume you do
But them numbers ain’t nothin’ if your family’s strugglin’ (nah)
So I stay hustlin’ (yup)
Sun come up, I get up with it (yeah)
I’d be goin’ even harder if I wasn’t rich (yup)
Even at this point, pullin’ a double shift (damn)
‘Cause God don’t give you weight you can’t lift (no)

I dreamed that my life was gonna be and it was like this (like this)
Some real movie type shit (roll that shit up)
Fuck it, I’m ‘bout to write a script
Give everybody on the set they own zip (uh-huh)
And maybe a bong to rip, lotta girls at the door, we let ‘em all in (uh)
When they test the turkey bag, I get all tense (yeah)
That’s an undefeated season, nigga, that’s an all wins

Someone keeps calling, keeps me from home
I go through this often, I’m back on my own
Someone keeps calling, keeps me from home
I go through this often, I’m back on my own

Won’t go back, I’m this close
Memories fade away, they come and go
Won’t go back, I’m this close
Memories fade away, they come and go