Nothing but Strangeness (feat. Looptroop Rockers & Hilltop Hoods)

Ain't no smellin' what the rose got cookin' How many flights just got charged for rebookin'? Google Maps, backpacks,?? wraps cookin' Get through all the bullshit, we keep pushin' Long as we got suites that we can keep kush in Me and Deac lost like change in seat cushions Tryna find the right highway the high way Speedin' to catch time, stopped on a dime for Five 50 pound turkeys crossin' I-9 We lookin' at the weed like we lost our mind On the road again, a journey to the unknown again Another episode when you suppose it ends? Week after week, test my patience Sleep deprivation's the key to miss three destinations Passed out, drunk, couldn't speak—every nation's Itinerary's missing the week's reservations I'll rest my feet where the peeps don't know the Strange Lucky I'm a creep and the streets don't know my name We've seen so many towns and I got so many memories But one comes to mind the first time we hit up Helsinki We did the show and hit the afterparty One girl hit the bathroom, I went after, probably It was totally destroyed, and I ain't talkin' about the feces The toilet was lyin' on the floor in pieces She literally shitted in the toilet so hard That it split and got obliterated, had to get her load off X4 We're down in Jozi, South Africa, greet our brethren These women got me thinkin' dirty thoughts like I'm dead We nightclubbin', all of a sudden I got her hands inside my pants Sayin' "White boy, where you'd learn to dance?" We're out in Adelaide, Australia where the promoter lost it What's that pill on the pool table? That's an E somebody dropped This is too be "m" but out of hesitation he drops it Like "I felt like partyin' anyways," aw fuck it In the rain, we ran from Miami hurricanes And left lanes on Autobahn lanes With foot on the gas, GPS on the dash While all the names looked the same on the signs we passed We chased bears on Aspen streets And caught eyes in Alaska that lasted weeks Strippers took my mojo with cheats in Santa Fe And in the Netherlands I was asked to pull Santa's sleigh The two of us were for according to Suffa Every city looks the same lookin' up from the gutter So hook me up with another round, dude they're lovin' the sound So march the groupies backstage, give each other a pound Ha, meal recognize meal With Debris so hungry on the mechanized wheel You got a certified feel? Leave some chips on the tour bus And serenade a beer like "Bitch, just the two of us"