Globetrotters

[Verse 1: Apathy] It feels like life’s in slow motion, water and ice frozen Overnight flights ‘fore the mics get ripped open I never had a chance, rockin’ hand-me-down pants Now I’m chillin’ in France, fillin’ passports with stamps Who woulda thought, I wish that my father was still here Kickin’ knowledge in my ear when my thoughts aren’t clear But every time I’m 30,000 feet up in the stratosphere I got an angel on the wings to extinguish the fear Now the world’s not as big as when I was a little kid I got fans in Deutschland who know every song I did Backstage gettin’ sweated by these typical whores You couldn’t pull em off the dick with centrifugal force World tours feel hard core as World War One Family members see the pictures and think that it’s all fun But nights with no sleep and shitty food to eat And 12 hour drives got me emotionally beat But retreat’s not an option, I got fans in Scotland Who travel to see me in London at shows that I’m rockin’ So I pose for the photos, pop a couple a NoDoz Pass some promos and sign Demigodz logos [Hook: Jus Cuz] Even when the lights are fadin' I’m just tryin’ to take you beyond the stars Bring you to this world we built that’s rightfully ours For you, I would... for you (It’s all for you, It’s really all for you) I would... for you, I would for you (It’s all for you, It’s really all for you) I would [Verse 2: O.C.] So many places, unfamiliar bases Playin’ stage is game on fanfares the basis Between me an A it’s a long ass playlist Sweat pourin’ from the house lights and lasers Back to back shows, rackin’ up cash flows Then on to another town touchin’ asphalt Under the skies of Norway, where folks back home Wouldn’t believe that it was midnight here that look like noon The clock in my head is still on that EST time High off excitement otherwise I’d be asleep now Though I took a vow to entertain crowds Takes a toll on my body quite often when I’m Globetrottin’ A two-week stretch is truly a test With no days off, the rest becomes very intense Sellin’ ya own merch, opportunists leapin’ at the chance To get ya voice on a verse that’s shit as trash and won’t work Movin’ right along, files in my mental log Look for the Statue returnin’ home flyin’ from abroad No (no) Sleep (Sleep) Till Brooklyn (All I’m thinkin’ is sleep when I hit the door) [Hook] x2