Tour Stories Songtext
von Souls of Mischief

Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind)
Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind)

Ain′t no way to count all the flights I'm takin′
Chillin' in Australia with them white Jamaicans
In Tokyo I wasn't relaxin′ when I smoked
They throw the book at you if they catch you with a roach

International ladies be givin′ up the numbers
Homie get around like Christopher Columbus
And they know I'll be back like Arnold
Act carnal soon as I slam the car door

That′s hard fo' a lot of brothers but not me
You could watch the Travel Channel probably spot me
And I′m very thankful I ain't gotta be cocky
But I′m flyer than a motherfucker somebody stop me

Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind)
Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind)

(We used to read about this never thought it'd be real)
(Now we all in planes trains and automobiles)


Me I be relaxin' though skiing in Jackson Hole
Eating baked Alaskan steaming a bag o′ droll
Schemin′ on stacks of dough either it's fast or slow
Steadily as we go better react

Now you could walk like a zombie or monster mash
While your braindead mommy give me all the cash
Get that fake broad freakin′ like Nate Dogg singin'
Without the grapes or the eight ball drinkin′
Playboy Bunnies with O' snappin′ pictures
Cause I got the gift of gab like Blackalicious

Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind)
Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind)
(We used to read about this never thought it'd be real)
(Now we all in planes trains and automobiles)

It's pandemonimum when Souls touch down
Bus like the grey goose that shit is home for now
Buzzed off the Grey Goose then the Patron come out
Woods roll way loose and they flowin′ around

And Woods whole day booze when I′m patrollin' the crowd
′Cause they can hold they booze and fo' sho goin′ put out
I used to stand in they shoes and hope to get out
fools had to pay dues finally broke us some ground


Now my toes'll touch ground, where the seasons is opposite
I done folded some pounds I done folded some bassam yen
From rockin′ it yeah rockin' it
And I'm back to rock again that′s the best part about the shit

Tour stories, (fellas on the grind) true stories (fellas on the grind)
Tour stories, (fellas on the grind) true stories (fellas on the grind)
(We used to read about this never thought it′d be real)
(Now we all in planes trains and automobiles)

Sweet for her cuz she made porn
Orange Crush broke down and they sore Wow, stay torn
Went from transport trans to Astro vans
Never had no plans to Sambo man my fam won't flam

Freaknik′n passed out in Amsterdam
Sugar water got a mule kick em' back on land
Uncle Ron played the guitar for forty years
Said he never been around the world like us his eyes teared

When we took the learjet before we got our ears wet
All across the hemisphere and we ain′t even there yet
Clear net to the Tascam twenty minute set four mics intersect
Tours heighten intellect

Tour stories, (fellas on the grind) true stories (fellas on the grind)
Tour stories, (fellas on the grind) true stories (fellas on the grind)
(We used to read about this never thought it'd be real)
(Now we all in planes trains and automobiles)

Tour stories, true stories
Tour stories, true stories
Tour stories, true stories
Tour stories, true stories
Tour stories, true stories
Tour stories, true stories