This is a song about "Travel"

Travel. fly. swim. meet. love. dance. win.

This is my ambition

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Sorry momma i'm grown, i must travel alone

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

The wedding tape makes me travel back

She don't like to travel but she wanna bangkok/

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Electric relaxation, people's travel started the slaughter,

He must travel to hell, wait, survive the rotten smell, wait, then ring a bell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Replaced wicked sins or innocence chased, i wanna travel back to the greats,

A smell something fishy its nicola sturgeon urging debates