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Travellin' Man '09 Lyrics - Artist : Mac Miller
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The High Life You know I stay on the move Memories don't live like people do (Uh-huh) They always remember you (Yeah) Whether things are good or bad (Uh-huh) It's just the memories (This the motherfucking The High Life) Memories don't live like people do (I'm your host) Baby, don't forget me (Mac Miller) I'm a traveling man, moving through places (What?) Space and time, got a lot of things I got to do (The always grindin') But lord willing I'm coming back to you (Aha) Baby boo, I'm a traveling man, moving through places Space and time, got a lot of things I got to do (Check [?] right here) But God willing I'm coming back to you (Let's do it) Baby boo Uh, uh, uh Look, look, yeah Yeah, I keep my bags packed, always back on the road Headed back to baby girl right after the show But now I got clothes, hoes, piff and kicks Always twist a couple spiffs while I'm in the whip First thing, you need to gas, hit the pump, fill the tank up (What?) Tell my homie at the register to stay up (Yo) I'm on the parkway, feeling like a straight month Going through the tunnel 'bout to break up (What?) Phone gets hanged up, tunes turned way up to the max (Max) Hit the L twice then pass it to the back—breath (Yep) My medication comin' in for recreation Ain't no pause or hesitation, tryna catch my respiration I ain't never had no patience, so I'm hardly ever waitin' Just creatin' money makin' with creative preparation (Uh-huh) Sick of all these cats with false representation Too bigger words? Maybe need some translation Intellectual boy, figurative with language And that there (That there,) that ain't shit (Uh-uh) You feel me? The High Life, and I'm gone (What?) Memories don't live like people do (Uh-uh) They always remember you (Yep) Whether things are good or bad It's just the memories Memories don't live like people do Baby, don't forget me I'm a traveling man, moving through places Space and time, got a lot of things I got to do (What?) But lord willing I'm coming back to you (What?) Baby boo, I'm a traveling man, moving through places Space and time, got a lot of things I got to do (Uh) But God willing I'm coming back to you (Back home) Baby boo ([?]) Look, look My plane coming down and I'm happy to land Every time I gotta go my girl grabbin' my hand Tryna pull me back to her, and as mad as I am (What?) I gotta make this money, I'm a travelin' man (Uh-huh) So through airplane, boat, or packed in a van Baby, I'ma hurry back to you as fast as I can It don't matter what I gotta do (What?,) dreams: I gotta follow you (What?) Love is what I fall into and ever do it follow through So I'ma put it all on you (Yep,) just know that I ain't got a clue But, baby, I be watchin' you coppin' you some Prada shoes (ha ha) Hurt me when I watch the news, the doctors in the hospitals Tryna heal the sick, but all their chances is impossible (Uh-uh) Givin' the word like literature Spittin' the verse for all of those who live in the 'Berg I travel the world, the land and the sea Just here to open up your mind, just hand me the key (Aha) Memories don't live like people do They always remember you Whether things are good or bad It's just the memories Memories don't live like people do Baby, don't forget me I'm a traveling man, moving through places Space and time, got a lot of things I got to do But lord willing I'm coming back to you Baby boo, I'm a traveling man, moving through places Space and time, got a lot of things I got to do But God willing I'm coming back to you Baby boo I'm leavin' on a jet plane And don't know when I'll be back again Kiss me and smile for me Tell me that you'll wait for me Hold me like you'll never let me Go (Uh, uh) |
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