Grieves - Postcards lyrics

I woke up in a city I can't even say the name of People looking at me wondering where the f** I came from I had to catch a flight to them Drank a couple whiskies in the air Called my momma when I landed and told her not to be scared I'm a rolling stone Never really knowing when I'm going 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 ba** has got to be low This that sh** 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 you a** a postcard Postcard I'll send your a** a postcard Postcard I said I woke up in a city I ain't never even been to Called the homie Chords to see what sh** 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 a** has got to be round That gla** has got to be tipped That lost has got to be found That music's got to go up Because this sh**'s about to go down That gla** has got to be tipped That lost has got to be found That music's got to go up Because this sh**'s about to go down This that sh** 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 you a** a postcard Postcard I'll send your a** a postcard Postcard