Traveling Man

by miike smiith

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released May 8, 2015

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Track Name: Traveling Man [Prod. by Charles Alexander]
Verse 1:
Yooo the name is miike smiith, got that 4 eye vision
If you get on all fours I can show you how I'm living
Open up a few doors, suddenly I'm in the kitchen
With a chick from my hostel who wants me to put the tip in
She from Britain, my Texas accent made her smitten
So she took off her mittens and grabbed ahold of my stick
And then licked it like liquorish and its sick, but I'm so addicted
To meeting these new chicks and then teachin ‘em new positions
I'm conflicted, is this really how I should live it?
Traveling round the world, makin ..all.. these bad decisions
Meeting all these new girls, and makin em purr like kittens
Then slippin into the night, just to go and Taylor swift ‘em
Its twisted, but you must admit I'm gifted
From San Fran to Switzerland, and Erica to Kristin my Predicament's ridiculous like fishing in Lake Michigan
Just drop the tip in and you're gettin like 4, 5, or 6 of em

Chorus A:
Shades on my face cause the sun’s in my space
Checkin’ Facebook think I got tagged
I'm a traveling man from L.A. to Japan
On my plane straight getting’ jetlagged
Lil mama I'm bad, to the bone
Wanna bone? (boner/doInggg noise) If you're down we can do it in my pad
22 years old, and my fortune ain't told
But I can tell (I know) that it's gonna be rad

Verse 2:
("For my Spanish girls”)
Es muy importante para mi vida
Para siempre escribo mi filosofia
Mi amiga Maria le gustan mis pelotas
Especificamente cuando estan en su boca
Oh yah, pero tranquila mi chica
Solo es una broma, no quiero causar herida
Mi silla es un lugar para ti, porque tu eres maravilla
Como la mona lisa o una más linda

Chorus A (x2):
Shades on my face cause the sun’s in my space
Checkin’ Facebook think I got tagged
I'm a traveling man from L.A. to Japan
On my plane straight getting’ jetlagged
Lil mama I'm bad, to the bone
Wanna bone? If you're down we can do it in my pad
22 years old and my fortune ain’t told
But I can tell that it's gonna be rad

Verse 3:
5am train from Kraków to Plzen
All for a girl who doesn't even speak English
Friends pretty pissed that I'm leaving em behind
But sometimes you gotta cut ties to get to the behind
It's a mindfuck, time's up, now we have arrived
Switch trains, it's a pain, but it's all part of the ride
So we glide to our seats and fade away to Tame Impala
If she speaking polish to me might as well be speaking nada cause,
I don't really have time for that
A side chick? Man I barely got time for rap
Cause my chick lives halfway across the map
And my dick don't wanna start from scratch, I mean, we got a
Good thing goin- international love
Skypin every single night givin virtual hugs
Sure the other girls are fun, but it's better with one
Especially when it's a girl with whom you've fallen in love

8 Bar Instrumental Break:
-guitar/bass solos

Chorus B:
Shades on my face cause the sun’s in my space
Checkin’ Facebook think I got tagged
I'm a traveling man from Dallas to Pilsen
Where my girlfriend lives on the map
Yeah she got a nice flat
And I don't have to pay bet her dad's pretty mad about that
Cause I stay all day and we play all night
Then I take a 30 minute long bath
Outro (Shower Skit)
Track Name: The Captain [Prod. by Slabs M.D.]
Verse 1:
Swimming through the valley of the shadow of death Rotting flesh, dead bodies, just a casual mess
The captain waits a second, stops, then he catches his breath Looks behind him nothing there but black crows on the deck Their beady eyes reflect the red water running below
The undertow of the river dragging down on his soul
He's alone, for the first time, with nowhere to go
Except down the river slow, with his eyes on the road
And his, hands on the wheel, the wood grainy and old Outside it's just rainy and cold, rainy and cold
At this point he'd rather lay in the mold
And let the crabs eat his brain after maiming his skull
The mi- grain's too much, really taking a toll
But either way, only one way to go
He doesn't know but where he's going is home
Sometimes you just gotta push though the snow, and let go

Hook (x2):
Cause everything in the river has a place
And someday every mind will awake
The mind's gate is in every mind-state
So I wait for the wake to align with my fate

Verse 2:
Can't see ahead, fog thick as a hog's skin
He hock, spits, vomits up the eggs from this morning
Alarm clicks, but he's already up and aware
He doesn't care, grabs some bacon grease and gels up his hair
Looks in the mirror, "things don't always look as they appear"
At least that's what he tells himself when the wrinkles get near
The fear sets in, his beer belly jiggles around
To the sound of the rain drops slamming the ground
He's far from town...and he's stuck in his mind
Every single thought enters like a notch in his spine
He feels alive, is what he wish he could say
He’s got 99 problems & they all cause of b.a.e. (bay/b.a.e. (b4 any1 else) play on words)
She left him, cold in the dark like some ice in the tray
He felt lost like some mice in a maze
A heavy heart is the price that he pays
For holding on to the pain ‘stead of lettin it fade

Hook (x2):
Cause everything in the river has a place
And someday every mind will awake
The mind's gate is in every mind-state
So I wait for the wake to align with my fate

Verse 3:
Up and down go the waves so insane
Like Dorothy's windowpane when the tornado came
‘Cept instead of green witches it's mean fishes and bite marks
‘Stead of clean kisses from seamstresses the sky's dark
So he lights a cigarette
Puts in an old cassette that he got in Tibet
After that sat back, and he got into bed
And just then a strange man began to talk in his head like:
[Cassette starting noise]

Emotionally charged dialogue:
"No matter how bad it gets, no matter how goddamn meaningless it all may feel sometimes, it's all going somewhere. It's all going somewhere, and you're part of it. You, yes you! You're part of it! And it's part of you! And nothing will ever change that."

Hook (x2):
Cause everything in the river has a place
And someday every mind will awake
The mind's gate is in every mind-state
So I wait for the wake to align with my fate
Track Name: Not My Fault [Prod. by Oakmont Mountain Boys]
Verse 1:
Hey so miike what you gonna do when you graduate? Get a job, live on your parents’ couch and masturbate? Go to grad school, finally freakin’ act your age?
Or activate the maximum potential of your accolades? Yo stop actin’ fake the front you’re putting’s obvious Its clear that you don’t wanna do what Simon says
I might just guess you’d rather go and live your life inside a tent, get high as shit Then find a chick and help each other reach enlightenment
Ha, well that’s not too far from where I stand
I’d like to travel in a band and move across the land
I’d like to unravel the sands and understand the time
Become a man of rhyme and analyze a way to manage my Sense of purpose on this earth and how to serve it well
Some people tell me that this rappin’ shit’s a murder spell
But I’ma keep on rhyming cause I know its what I love
Found myself inside the rhymes and gave myself a fuckin’ hug

Chorus:
Hey, don’t say that I can’t do it my, way Made it this far and I’m still, okay Won’t hesitate
Still standing on my two feet
Writing on this loose leaf all day

Verse 2:
(“Yo, yo”)
It’s not my fault that I believe in my dreams
And that I’ll do anything to make them reality
I was just born this way like Lady Gaga said
And I’ma work for what I want until I end up dead
Cause if I don’t chase this dream I’ll probably end up dead Find me in my cubicle with a gun to my head
Bottles of pharmaceuticals, my eyes blood-shot red
When you lie to yourself is when you die to yourself and I’ma Hip-hop head, till hip-hop’s dead
In tip-top shape, to life off, and rip off heads
So tick tock kids, your time’s up, and my times now
Hit the stage and God’s light shines down on the crowd cause I Won’t stop till I perform with Kendrick Lamar
And Ab-Soul or my hero – Childish Gambino
Yeah you know that we dope and we bout to make it big When they ask who it is say “bitch, its miike smiith”

Chorus:
Hey, don’t say that I can’t do it my, way Made it this far and I’m still, okay Won’t hesitate
Still standing on my two feet
Writing on this loose leaf all day

8 Bar Instrumental Break:
-guitar solo 1

Bridge:
Hey (hey), don’t say that I can’t do it my, way
(“Its not my fault that I believe in my dreams” - x2) Hey (hey), don’t say that I can’t do it my, way
(“Its not my fault that I believe in my dreams” - x2)

Outro:
-guitar solo 2