We been from city to city
Backyard to yard
Moving state to state
Overseas is great
We get all around the world and I still want more
Keep it moving till we book this interplanetary tour
Like I wonder if Mercury got groupies
As bad as Venus dying for the penis
Like Pim pimpy pom (All night long)
And if it gets old when the ladies know the words to your song (her favorite
song)
But when you get back on stage you can’t get it wrong
But fuck it cause my freestyle hand is so strong
Like plastic man Stacey Augmon
Augment the time continuum
Going so long jumpin' off from the foul line
Figure it out on the way to the rack like wait… did he say?
Groupies let me take that back
I’m like that
Technically they don’t exist cause you know J-Live
I’ve been so many places
I’ve seen so many faces
Been around the world
And I don’t plan on stopping now
I’ve gotten so much love
My fans are just
To keep me movin'
And I don’t plan on stopping now
We go from city to city
Backyard to yard
We connect IOS car charge to charge
Tie em all up in this ho We the guard no security
Cause knuckleheads are an attracter to obscurity
Name don’t ring but you still get the purity
Never going pop still the cherry on the top
So when we come around we be right up in the crowd
Or right there on the side till the gang is announced
You may have heard the names in the wind
I never really strayed from the pen
From the era where your age is exempt
And some of the best fake like they pimps
But they paid all the rent
And those that countered, counted
Recall giving both of the sides to my allowance
Then I became a part of it Of it and about it Covered it my big bros had you lovin' it Still boundless
We go from city to city
Backyard to yard
From cul de sac in Cincinnat
To touring as the closing act
I’m thinking bout a rhyme I wrote a really long time ago
Prayin' for some Vans and hoping that I get to see the glow
Got them did that few times there and back
Not to mention mentions in each and every favorite mag
Bragging rights earned em cause of where I’m coming from
Not much help though guess who was shorted on Don Avon did that almighty Tanya
Raised in Brooklynatti singing songs called survival
Idols are the homies now yeah it still bug me out
Yeah hit me up when I’m in town check a show and give a pound
That’s just what you do It ain’t a gimmick in the world that I owe that to The Loco on the shirt match my tattoo
Just a way to say I gave a piece of me to you