Promoe - Nothing But Strangeness lyrics

[Intro (Sampled): Jack Bruce] We've seen so many towns Where the trains don't ever stop [Verse 1: Natti] Ain't no smellin' what the rose got cookin' How many flights just got charged for rebookin'? Google Maps, backpacks, wrong routes tookin' Yet through all the bullsh**, we keep pushin' Long as we got sweets that we can keep kush in Me and Deac lost like change in seat cushions Tryin' to find the right highway, the high way Speedin' to catch time, stopped on a dime for Five 50 pound turkeys crossin' I-9 We lookin' at the weed like we lost our mind [Verse 2: Pressure] On the road again, the journey to the unknown again Another episode when you're supposed to end Week after week, test my patience Sleep deprivation's the key to miss three destinations Pa**ed out drunk, couldn't speak, every nation's Itinerary's missing the week's reservations I'll rest my feet where the peeps don't know the Strange Lucky I'm a creep and the streets don't know my name [Verse 3: Supreme] We've seen so many towns and I got so many memories But one comes to mind the first time we hit up Helsinki We did the show and hit the after-party One girl hit the bathroom, I went after, probably It was totally destroyed, and I ain't talkin' about the feces The toilet was lyin' on the floor in pieces She literally sh**ted in the toilet so hard That it split and got obliterated, had to get her load off [Hook (Sampled): Jack Bruce] Nothing but strangeness Nothing but strangeness Nothing but strangeness Nothing but strangeness [Verse 4: Promoe] We're down in Jozi, South Africa, greet our brethren These women got me thinkin' dirty thoughts like I'm Devin We night clubbin', all of a sudden I got her hands inside my pants Sayin' "White boy, where you'd learn to dance?" We're at Adelaide, Australia with our promoter lost What's that pill on the pool table? That's an E, somebody dropped it This is 2pm, without hesitation he drops it Like "I felt like partyin' anyways," aw f** it [Verse 5: Deacon] In the rain, we ran from Miami Hurricanes And left lanes on Autobahn lanes With foot on the gas, GPS on the dash While all the names looked the same on the signs we pa**ed We've chased beers on Aspen streets And caught eyes in Alaska that lasted weeks Strippers took my mojo with cheeks in Santa Fe And in the Netherlands I was asked to pull Santa's sleigh [Verse 6: Suffa] The tour gospel according to Suffa Every city looks the same lookin' up from the gutter So hook me up with another round, "Dude they're lovin' the sound" So much the groupie's back stage give eachother a pound Real recognize real And Debris' so hungry on the mechanized wheel You got a set of ideals? Leave them sh**s on the tour bus And serenade a beer like "b**h, just the two of us!" [Hook (Sampled): Jack Bruce] Nothing but strangeness Nothing but strangeness Nothing but strangeness Nothing but strangeness