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)