[Hook: Mac Miller] Memories don't live like people do, they always remember you Whether things are good or bad, it's just the memories Memories don't live like people do baby don't forget me I'm a travelin' man, movin' through places space and time Got a lot of things I got to do But Lord willin' I'm comin' back to you, baby boo I'm a travelin' man, movin' through places space and time Got a lot of things I got to do But God willing I'm coming back to you, baby boo [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Yeah, I keep my bags packed always back on the road Headed back to baby girl right after the show But now I got clothes, hoes, piff, and kicks Always twist a couple spiffs while I'm in the whip First thing I need the gas, hit the pump fill the tank up Tell my homie at the register to stay up I'm on the parkway feelin' like the straight month Goin' through the tunnel bout to break up Phone gets hanged up, tunes turned way up the max Hit the L twice then pass it to the back Breathe, my meditation comin' in from recreation Ain't no pause or hesitation, tryna' to catch my respiration I ain't never had no patience, so I'm hardly ever waitin' Just creatin' money makin', with creative preparation Sick of all these cats with false representation Two big of words ? maybe need some translation Intellectual boy, figurative with language And that there, that ain't shit Uh, you feel me? The High Life and I'm gone [Hook] [Verse 2: Mac Miller] My plane comin' down and I'm happy to land Every time I got to go my girl grabbin' my hand Tryna' to pull me back to her, and as mad as I am I gotta make this money I'm a travelin' man So through airplane, boat, or packed in a van Baby I'mma hurry back to you as fast as I can It don't matter what I gotta do, dreams I gotta follow you Love is what I fall into, and ever do I follow through So I'mma put it all on you, just know that I ain't got a clue But baby I be watchin' you, and coppin' you some Prada shoes Hurt me when I watch the news, the doctor's in the hospitals Tryna' to heal the sick, but all their chances is impossible Givin' the word like literature Spittin' the verse, for all of those who live in the Burg I travel the word the land and the seas Here to open up your mind, just hand me the key [Hook] [Bridge: Mac Miller] I'm leaving on a jet plane And don't know when I'll be back again Kiss me and smile for me Tell me that you'll wait for me Hold me like you'll never let me go
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