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