7 Weeks

[Verse 1: Travie McCoy] My life's these yellow lines, concrete, and parliament butts Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks Load in, sound check, play show, load out, let's go, next city, oh great, off day Hangovers, hangups, dialbacks, running make up, apologies and promises And nobody acknowledges that boys in bands got it so damn bad But we love like the last cigarette we'll ever have I'm putting miles on my body, bout due for a tune up and this gas station food ain't really helping but I'm loving every minute, every road sign's a reminder of exactly why we did it to begin with [Hook: William Beckett] This is how it has to be A kiss for luck, submerge myself And in 7 weeks resurface Even if we don't look back again Tired boys and wired eyes Exposing imperfections To the public eye we're perfect Even if we don't look back again [Verse 2: Travie McCoy] I like these hotels, passports, random bag checks, day dreams of love affairs that I haven't had yet Touch down, baggage claim, new town, different dame, same clothes, 7 days, whew, damn I need to change And it's a lifestyle that I wouldn't recommend Wild 'N Out on a level Nick Cannon couldn't comprehend (fuck outta here) We made a lot of friends and even more enemies Some of which were genuine and others just pretend to be It's all gravy baby, life's lovely Even when the gray rain cloud's right above me The girl's textin' me talkin' about gettin' all cuddly Cause you paint a pretty picture but the frame is so ugly [Hook: William Beckett] This is how it has to be A kiss for luck, submerge myself And in 7 weeks resurface Even if we don't look back again Tired boys and wired eyes Exposing imperfections To the public eye we're perfect Even if we don't look back again [Verse 3: Travie McCoy] And now it's back in a van with four of my mans Until we catchin' a tan on the Florida sands I feel like tourin' this land's made me more of a man From killa California to the shores of Japan Good times stayin' up late in Austin Coast to coast VA to Chicago To gettin' up with Johnny Cupcakes in Boston And smokin' the most grade A in Colorado Home ain't home no more I hug the road and kiss the concrete and sometimes I even hear her heartbeat No matter where we go or where we at We carry upstate on our back, it's like that [Hook: William Beckett] This is how it has to be A kiss for luck, submerge myself And in 7 weeks resurface Even if we don't look back again Tired boys and wired eyes Exposing imperfections To the public eye we're perfect Even if we don't look back again This is how it has to be A kiss for luck, submerge myself And in 7 weeks resurface Even if we don't look back again Tired boys and wired eyes Exposing imperfections To the public eye we're perfect Even if we don't look back again [Outro: Travie McCoy] So a lot of you don't realize There's a whole subculture of boys driving around in vans (Even if we don't look back again) Looking for your daughters, and your lottery tickets. Love it or leave it, I'm like this (Even if we don't look back again) "I love my life. Bitches." (Even if we don't look back again) (Even if we don't look back again)