Nothing but Strangeness - CunninLynguists, Hilltop Hoods, Looptroop Rockers

Ain’t no smellin' what the rose got cookin'

How many flights just got charged for rebookin'?

Google Maps, backpacks, ??

wraps cookin'

Get through all the bullshit, we keep pushin'

Long as we got suites that we can keep kush in

Me and Deac lost like change in seat cushions

Tryna 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

On the road again, a journey to the unknown again

Another episode when you suppose it ends?

Week after week, test my patience

Sleep deprivation’s the key to miss three destinations

Passed 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

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 afterparty

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 shitted in the toilet so hard

that it split and got obliterated, had to get her load off

Nothing but strangeness

We’re down in Jozi, South Africa, greet our brethren

These women got me thinkin' dirty thoughts like I’m dead

We nightclubbin', all of a sudden I got her hands inside my pants

sayin' «White boy, where you’d learn to dance?»

We’re out in Adelaide, Australia where the promoter lost it

What’s that pill on the pool table?

That’s an E somebody dropped

This is too be «m» but out of hesitation he drops it

like «I felt like partyin' anyways,» aw fuck it

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 passed

We chased bears on Aspen streets

And caught eyes in Alaska that lasted weeks

Strippers took my mojo with cheats in Santa Fe

And in the Netherlands I was asked to pull Santa’s sleigh

The two of us were for 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 march the groupies backstage, give each other a pound

Ha, meal recognize meal

With Debris so hungry on the mechanized wheel

You got a certified feel?

Leave some chips on the tour bus

And serenade a beer like «Bitch, just the two of us»