CunninLynguists, Looptroop Rockers, Hilltop Hoods - Nothing But Strangeness lyrics

We've seen so many towns
Where the trains don't ever stop

Ain't no smellin' what the rose got cookin'
How many flights just got
Charged for rebookin'?
Google Maps, backpacks, wrong routes tookin'
Yet through all the bullshit, we keep pushin'
Long as we got sweets that
We can keep kush in
Me and Deac lost like change in seat cushions
Tryin' to find the right highway
The high way
Speedin' to catch time, stopped on a dime for
Five 50 pound turkeys crossin' I9
We lookin' at the weed like we lost our mind

On the road again
The journey to the unknown again
Another episode when you're supposed to end
Week after week, test my patience
Sleep deprivation's the key to
Miss three destinations
Passed out drunk, couldn't speak
Every nation's
Itinerary's missing the week's reservations
I'll rest my feet where the
Peeps don't know the Strange
Lucky I'm a creep and the
Streets don't know my name

We've seen so many towns and
I got so many memories
But one comes to mind the first
Time we hit up Helsinki
We did the show and hit the after party
One girl hit the bathroom, I went after
Probably it was totally destroyed
And I ain't talkin' about the feces
The toilet was lyin' on the floor in pieces
She literally shitted in the toilet so hard
That it split and got obliterated
Had to get her load off

Nothing but strangeness
Nothing but strangeness
Nothing but strangeness
Nothing but strangeness

We're down in Jozi, South Africa
Greet our brethren
These women got me thinkin' dirty
Thoughts like I'm Devin we night clubbin'
All of a sudden I got
Her hands inside my pants sayin' "White boy
Where you'd learn to dance?"
We're at Adelaide
Australia with our promoter lost
What's that pill on the pool
Table? That's an E, somebody dropped it
This is 2pm, without hesitation he drops it
Like "I felt like partyin' anyways
" aw fuck it

In the rain, we ran from Miami Hurricanes
And left lanes on Autobahn lanes
With foot on the gas, GPS on the dash
While all the names looked the same
On the signs we passed
We've chased beers on Aspen streets
And caught eyes in Alaska that lasted weeks
Strippers took my mojo with
Cheeks in Santa Fe
And in the Netherlands I was
Asked to pull Santa's sleigh

The tour gospel according to Suffa
Every city looks the same lookin'
Up from the gutter
So hook me up with another round
"Dude they're lovin' the sound"
So much the groupie's back stage
Give eachother a pound meal recognize meal
And Debris' so hungry on the mechanized wheel
You got a set of ideals? Leave
Them shit's on the tour bus
And serenade a beer like "Bitch
Just the two of us!"

Nothing but strangeness
Nothing but strangeness
Nothing but strangeness
Nothing but strangeness