mgk & Wiz Khalifa – passport Lyrics

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"passport." - mgk & Wiz Khalifa

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 07:32 am

Album: blog era boyz

Track No: 07

Yeah, okay
I'm a little jet lagged right now
I'm still up in the sky, ain't touched down
I got a hundred stamps in my passport
Got a hundred grams on me I'ma transport
And when I land, I'ma roll a baseball bat
Out in Europe in a Cleveland baseball hat
Stackin' Euros for the hotel smoke fees
And the plug's gonna charge like a Mophie
Hit the tour group text, where we at next?
Can't even pronounce the city, that's a big flex
My boy a ho, he be scrollin' through his index
I be chillin' with my guitar and my cigarettes
Seventeen hour flight, I'ma sleep ten (Uh)
Hit the stage soon as I land and do it again (Damn)
Good intentions, some things that we won't mention (What?)
But if you know what I know, them some good friendships
Coulda said long ago this as good as it gets
But I wake up every day still in the trenches
Show up everywhere consented
Now they heard it stay like they gifted, I said it, I meant it
The road's like that, I'm cold like that
I'm lookin' for my other half, tryna become whole like that
My soul's like that, I'm chose like that
I'm elevating, so you know I gotta wear my clothes like that
Black Margiela and a Dries top
Cuff up the bottom of my pants, see Chanel socks
That's about the only thing that I'll expose like that
I been broke and I been broken, now I can't go back
Someone keeps calling
Keeps me from home
I go through this often
I'm back on my own
Someone keeps calling
Keeps me from home
I go through this often
I'm back on my own
Yeah
And I don't know when I'll return back
So I gotta earn the cash to keep the same views that I'm used to
Things get more dangerous when you're more famous
So I bought windows you can't shoot through
Used to drink Tropicana, now it's yuzu
Drive the Cullinans, it used to be an Isuzu
You know that you blew the fuck up when you punch dude once
And now everybody trying to sue you
Or you got a couple billion views on YouTube
Always got some weed on you, or they assume you do
But them numbers ain't nothin' if your family's strugglin'
So I stay hustlin'
Sun come up, I get up with it
I'd be going even harder if I wasn't rich
Even at this point, pulling a double shift
'Cause God don't give you weight you can't lift (Nope)
I dreamed that my life was gonna be and it was like this (Like this)
Some real movie type shit (Roll that shit up)
Fuck it, I'm 'bout to write a script
Give everybody on the set they own zip
And maybe a bong to rip
Lotta girls at the door, we let 'em all in
When they test the turkey bag, I get all tense
That's a undefeated season, ****, all wins
Someone keeps calling
Keeps me from home
I go through this often
I'm back on my own
Someone keeps calling
Keeps me from home
I go through this often
I'm back on my own
Won't go back, I'm this close
Memories fade away, they come and go
Won't go back, I'm this close
Memories fade away, they come and go

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa, Colson Baker, Brandon Allen, Steve Basil & Andrew Migliore.

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