[Intro]

Welcome everybody to R.S.E flight 352 with non-stop travel to wherever your fine ass decided to go today. Before we take off I, I'd like to go over a few safety procedures. So please make sure your seat is leaned back, your glass is full and your speakers are turned all the way up

[Verse 1]

I woke up in a city I can't even say the name of

People lookin' at me wonderin' where the fuck I came from

Had to catch a flight to 'em

Drank a couple whiskies in the air

Called my mama when I landed and told her not to be scared

I'm a rolling stone

Never really knowin' when I'm goin' home

Went and caught the itch and got the beat like it was Cortisone

I'm out here

You can go ahead and let them know

That the groove has to be slumped

And that bass has got to be low

[Hook]

This that shit that you can play in LA

From Chicago to Seattle, all the way to BK

Caught the A to JFK and had to hop on a plane

I'll send your ass a postcard, postcard

I'll send your ass a postcard, postcard

I'll send your ass a postcard, postcard

I'll send your ass a—uh, yo

[Verse 2]

I said, I woke up in a city I ain't never even been to

Called the homie Chords to see what shit we could get into

I had to jump a pond to them

Got my luggage searched when I arrived

Po-po thought that I was holding

Told them I don't have the time

I'm a vagabond

Bag is packed and loaded and the drank is strong

Watched the city disappear behind me like it's camouflaged

I'm out here

You can go ahead and say it loud

That snare has to be crisp

That ass has got to be round

That glass has got to be tipped

That lost gotta be found

That music's got to go up

Because this shit's about to go down

That glass has got to be tipped

That lost gotta be found

That music's got to go up

Because this shit's about to go down

[Hook]

This that shit that you can play in LA

From Chicago to Seattle, all the way to BK

Caught the A to JFK and had to hop on a plane

I'll send your ass a postcard, postcard

I'll send your ass a postcard, postcard

I'll send your ass a postcard, postcard

I'll send your ass a—you'll see

[Interlude]

I'll send you a post card, yeah

I was thinkin' of you (I was thinkin' of you)

Ooh, baby

Sensual curves come

That's true, that's true, that's true

Go and send it to 'em

Yeah, go and sent it to 'em

Yeah, go and sent it to 'em

(We gonna bring it back to the beginning on this one)

[Outro]

This that shit that you can play in LA

From Chicago to Seattle, all the way to BK

We gon' send it to 'em

Yeah, it's signed, sealed, delivered

I'm back in the buildin' like—

This that shit that you can play in LA

From Chicago to Seattle, all the way to BK

Go and send it to 'em, yeah

Ha-ha, woo

Feel fuckin' crazy, ha-ha-ha!