[Hook: VI Seconds]

These days I be OT (these days I be OT)

On my own plane smoking OG (On my own plane smoking OG)

These days I be OT

In a whole different country, I ain't even gotta say the name cause they know me

[Verse 1: VI Seconds]

Feeling like I'm walking on the moon like Michael

Knocking out, waking up in new time zones

Can't track time cus I'm swerving through my days

Ain't worried 'bout a thing but a currency exchange

Hit the UK, get in tune with different fashions

Travel off my passion

Fall in love in Paris cause I really love the accent

Learn a real French kiss and talk about life back home with her parents

I'm new to it everything around is recorded

She's a freak so mean it when I say I'm whipping the foreign

Fans to the door and they all l know the lyrics

But can't match the slang so the words sound different

Uh, my mom made it overseas

Five minutes away from the Queen sipping tea

Or VI Seconds away from the Eiffel Tower

Then it's back on plane till I find my flower, Uh

[Hook: VI Seconds]

These days I be OT (these days I be OT)

On my own plane smoking OG (On my own plane smoking OG)

These days I be OT (these days I be OT)

In a whole different country, I ain't even gotta say the name cause they know me

[Verse 2: VI Seconds]

Smoothest world-wide, I'm a mother fucking candidate

Japan playing unreleased games watching anime

Saturday, saki drunk, bitch Konichiwa

Chilling at a tree of cherry blossom bumpin' "It G Ma", uh

Wiling round the islands different rhythms different tunes by

Never been a scout, Mama raised up a rude boi

Be gyal dem sugar, got them woman in them feelings

Trying to throw their eyes at a villain

Making out in PR and DR, living the life of dreamers

That drew the noodle legs cus I'm weak for Latinas

Out at a resort, water clear as Aquafinas

Getting called papi by your mommy named Cristina

Macchiato sipping out in Venice then a boat ride

Buildings made of stone hit my soul on the slow ride

Might stay out in Aussie going home don't look right

Shit I don't even remember what home look like

[Hook: VI Seconds]

These days I be OT

On my own plane smoking OG

These days I be OT

In a whole different country, I ain't even gotta say the name cus they know me

[Verse 3: VI Seconds]

Understand I gotta world to see

They ain't believe, now they wanna mean the world to me

Wanna see exotic animals and travel the planet

None of your damn voicemails mean a word to me, Uh

All they seeing is a nigga going OT

Not getting that I had to work OT

Can't get in contact wishing they had the old me

I don't even care about the bullshit you sold me

I took it from the 718 and went global

This ain't out of spite, boy I live my life soulful

But I ain't dying to fly , but when they try to pluck my feathers

You ain't give a fuck then, and we don't give a fuck together

There ain't nothin' I ain't sayin' that my life at home is boring

But I got a heart for art and a soul thats made for soaring, Uh

Gucci duffle bags from a JanSport dreams on a map two stamps on a passport

[Hook: VI Seconds]

Uh, these days I be OT (these days I be OT)

On my own plane smoking OG (On my own plane smoking OG)

Uh, These days I be OT (these days I be OT)

In a whole different country, I ain't even gotta say the name cus they know me nigga, Uh