Honeydew ft. Jams the Flava Child Lyrics

Hello everyone could you please report to the boarding gate

The cabin doors will be closing soon

Once again could you please, all passengers head to the boarding gate

yeah yeah yeah come on

Once again all stand-by passengers please report to the gate

The cabin door is closing

Can you please report to the gate

Once again the cabin doors are closing

Boarding has finished

Strobe lights and shoe repair

What the fuck am I doing here

Quick trip for the weekend

Left town with a souvenir

Supposed to do a spring cleaning

Set aside a 'lil reading

Some of my friends bad news, but I swear to god I love it here

Aspirations I'm looking far but what I need, something near

Casamigos, crystal clear

You'd be surprised what I overhear

I'm a young Mark Wahlberg

You see the drawers

Neglecting what's down yonder

Even though it's a first date, I like it when you're a little weird

Hanging on nostalgia like it's monkey bars

Think a 'lil 'lil backwards

Recognizing the patterns

Turn me loose south of Santa Cruz

My traveling is what matters

In the future you want the ring, call me up like I'm Jay Crowder

My girl know where my eyes are

Ask for my status, I'm at large

Stacking up this catalogue

Rapping since the Plain White T's and the iPod

You bumped onto me and it's my fault

While we wait for the luggage to pile up

I'll book first class, turn to an ass when my mile's up

I dress up for the airport

Bloody Mary 'fore I board

Tuning out these NPCs with these air pods I didn't pay for

We locked eyes in security

Embracing this obscurity

Come to find we have mutuals and this gossip you didn't hear from me

Strobe lights and shoe repair

What the fuck am I doing here

Quick trip for the weekend

Left town with a souvenir

Supposed to do a spring cleaning

Set aside a 'lil reading

Some of my friends bad news, but I swear to god I love it here

Ran into my coworker like what the fuck are you doing here

Na-na tell me it's cool to hear

You'd be surprised what I overhear

Traveling is what matters

Traveling is what matters

Traveling

Sometimes I wanna take off and not come back

Been around the world, did a couple laps

Grind too hard, put my name on the map

Did everything that they told me I can't

Been everywhere they told me I won't

All 'cause I get on the beat and I float

I'm from Chicago my hustle on go

They think they want it but I want it more

Life going good but I want some more

I want it all, want to buy up the store

Planning on trips all over the globe

Strip clubs with the ones on the floor

Shake some

Four seasons, dinners on the road

Ocean view and i'm rolling my dough

Yeah but I still want more

Wake up and I still want more

Strobe lights and shoe repair

What the fuck am I doing here

Quick trip for the weekend

Left town with a souvenir

Supposed to do a spring cleaning

Set aside a 'lil reading

Some of my friends bad news, but I swear to god I love it here

Ran into my coworker like what the fuck are you doing here

Na-na tell me it's cool to hear

You'd be surprised what I overhear

Traveling is what matters

Traveling is what matters

Traveling