KOTA The Friend - Road Trip Lyrics

Fast cars, back rubs, TV in the bath tub
Pent house, top floor, filling up my passport
Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast
Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast

I don't need much, even when I'm broke and the times be rough
Y'all go ahead I ain't tryna keep up
Steady running for the bread man get your knees up
Dog we been low if anybody needs this glow it's us
Lord Jesus knows
But we don't ever trip, I don't really need to be rich
I will starve if my kid needs clothes
I don't need 6 whips, big gold chain
Girls pass out when they hear my name
First class flight when I bought that plane
Got em' on they shit tryna clear my lane
Big house, big watch, putting my dough into big stocks
Sell my soul for the glory, yo, we both know how the story go

Fast cards, back rubs, TV in the bath tub
Pent house, top floor, filling up my passport
Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast
Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast

On a road trip, on the I-5
Me and my homies just left San Fran 'bout to hit So-Cal
6 AM so we just coasting
We came far, far from home
Tour less trees and the traffic slow
And the sun real high but the cash is low
But we came out here tryna catch this glow
So it's all good
Dreaming of living my days, riding the signature wave
When it's all over I look at my daughters and I smile and tell her I did it my way
Fuck all the games, long as we living and eating then you can keep all of the fame
I just be walking the path that I laid (I just be walking the path that I laid)

Fast cards, back rubs, TV in the bath tub
Pent house, top floor, filling up my passport
Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast
Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast

What you want, a house?
With a bunch of cars that you never can count
With a dime for a wife that you only take out
To awards cause she fine and she'll give more clout
Is it worth it?
What it feel like living on the surface
Shorty so wack but her waist line perfect
Hand on her hip with a Louis V purses
She won't ever leave 'cause the money make her Earth spin
Are you happy? Living your dream but still lacking
Under the suit you still ashy
Matter of fact, see that tuxedo isn't your style
So deep in your heart you feel tacky
By you the man, you got the world in your hands
Carried out all of your plans
Thought we was brothers, yo, fuck all that other shit
I thought that you was my mans

Fast cards, back rubs, TV in the bath tub
Pent house, top floor, filling up my passport
Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast
Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast

Fast cards, back rubs, TV in the bath tub
Pent house, top floor, filling up my passport
Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast
Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast

Fast cards, back rubs, TV in the bath tub
Pent house, top floor, filling up my passport
Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast
Ray Bans on a boat, we be sailing coast to coast