Travelin' Man - Blake O'Connor

I'm a travelin' man Made a lot of stops all over the world And in every port I own the heart Of at least one lovely girl I've a pretty Seniorita waiting for me Down in old Mexico If you're ever in Alaska stop and see My cute little Eskimo Oh, my sweet Fraulien down in Berlin town Makes my heart start to yearn And my China doll down in old Hong Kong Waits for my return Pretty Polynesian baby over the sea I remember the night When we walked in the sands of the Waikiki And I held you oh so tight Oh, my sweet Fraulien down in Berlin town Makes my heart start to yearn And my China doll down in old Hong Kong Waits for my return Pretty Polynesian baby over the sea I remember the night When we walked in the sands of the Waikiki And I held you oh so tight Oh, I'm a travelin' man Yes, I'm a travelin' man Yes, I'm a travelin' man Oh, I'm a travelin' man

Travelin' on Travelin' on We on the road again We on the road again We on the road again Feeling good about the way that we are going Smiling brightly from the love that you are showing I'll be on my way, I'll be back someday Leaving the city, yeah, the buildings they pass me by My heart keeps telling me to get out to the country Like a bird I would fly if I could touch the sky Travelin' on Travelin' on We on the road again We on the road again We on the road again Travelin' on Travelin' on We on the road again We on the road again We on the road We're seeking a place we could run away Taking our chances on the open road And all I see is love (all I see is love) Let's walk on the path Take a photograph we'll keep on dancing with The beauty of life and all its glory (all it's glory) Travelin' on Travelin' on We on the road again We on the road again We on the road again Travelin' on Travelin' on We on the road again We on the road again We on the road I met a man who had a little gift Carry on and thank you for the spliff my friend (my friend), my friend Met a woman everyday she woke up feeling blue Said excuse me miss I got something for you Let's burn the night away, it's time to celebrate Travelin' on Travelin' on We on the road again We on the road again We on the road again Travelin' on Travelin' on We on the road again We on the road again We on the road Again

Well I'm travelin', travelin' baby, travelin' on Well it's good to see you but I can't stay long No I've got a travelin' fever baby, got a travelin' Jones No don't look for me in the mornin' baby, I'm gonna be travelin' on I'll be good, as good as gold to the next or maybe better Wait for me down the road, keep one eye open for my letter 'Cause I'm gonna be travelin', travelin' baby, travelin' on Lord, it's good to see you but I can't stay long Oh, I've got a travelin' fever baby, got a travelin' Jones Well don't look for me in the mornin' baby, I'm gonna be travelin' Gonna be travelin', gonna be travelin' on I'll be up before the sun, get a big jump on the morning You should have known all along You should have known you'd get no warning And I'm gonna be travelin', travelin' baby, travelin' on But Lord, it's good to see you but I won't stay long Oh, I got a travelin' fever baby, I got a travelin' Jones Yeah, don't look for me in the mornin' baby, I'm gonna be travelin' Gonna be travelin', gonna be travelin' on Travelin' on, travelin' on, travelin' on, travelin' on Well I'm travelin', travelin' baby, travelin' on Yeah it's good to see you but I can't stay long Yeah I got a travelin' fever baby, a travelin' Jones Well don't look for me in the mornin' baby, I'm gonna be travelin' Gonna be travelin', gonna be travelin' on

BLAKE Following the viral success of his breakout hit "Flexin" in late 2016, San Antonio rapper BLAKE... read more Ay, ay Woof Ay, ay Look Diamonds look like piss (piss) Diamond chain on piss (piss) Now my wrist on sick (sick) Now my bitch real thick (thick) Pull up, then I skrrt (skrrt) Look at they expression (spression) Ben Frank on me too, he blue I think he got depression Diamonds look like water (water) She drip drip like water (water) Hit that bitch, don't call her (call her) Dodge like Charger (Charger) Pull up then I charge her Lil' bitch bad and bougie Can't dap you up, you a fuck nigga Fuck niggas got cooties I'ma leave they feelings hurting Windows down on purpose Hanging out the window, swerving Baby Snapchat made me nervous 'Cause my main bitch, she be lurking I swear she do the most Boy, you talk a lot Let's talk about why you so broke Wait, talk too much, bitch, shut up I'm your young dumb motherfucker BLAKE, why your belt unbuckled? Tryna save your bitch some trouble (wait) Ex-bitch mad, oh well (well) Cop that pack wholesale (sale) Mama like, "What's that smell?" Had to move the pack out the crib that's hell Panoramic my whip Hoes all on my tip 100s blue like a crip Bust my nut... dip Left wrist, holy moly (damn) Fuck you niggas, we not homies Used to have to cop the O-Z Now a nigga need the whole thing Pull up, then I skip Keep it brief and quick Tripping over a bitch Broke niggas make me sick No, I won't call her Fuck her, don't bother One hundred, need charger One hundred, need charger On fleek, yup Bossed up, yup Turning heads, right left Strike a pose, yup Yeah, I seen them pussy niggas Pussy nigga, do you need some help That boy there gon' need some milk Flex on 'em, yup Bitch I'm feeling dangerous Wrist on fucking singing Beat so fucking dangling Belt so fucking hanging Had to hit 'em back 'Cause that ass was like on whoa (whoa) Niggas playing games And they stuck in story mode Bitch talking 'bout shrimp and steak (steak) Tell a bitch get out my face (face) I can't take your ass on no date (wait) But I can hit your ass with that BLAKE (ooh) Boy, quit tweeting, it's okay Little nigga all in his feelings Can't figure out why is it Broke niggas always got the most opinions (ooh) Had to show you niggas who's next up Baby, quit talking, that's extra Just say I'd like a checkup Why you peeking my message Ask too many fucking questions Send me one more text message You gonna hate the rolling sessions Why these niggas so lame Wanna talk down on my name Niggas thought that I was playing games Wrist looking like Johnny Dang Lil' boys like, you funny Talking 'bout, you ain't making money Hating on me, but now I got your bitch Ha-ha-ha, God don't like ugly Ha-ha, ha-ha