Dwele - Travelin' Girl lyrics

Yo, what's up, dawg?
Yo, ain't you Dwele, mayne?
Man, you got a nice lil'
Girl right there wit'cha, too
She hot, man where y'all from, man
You from Detroit?
Heard that man, yo, welcome to the South
Dawg yeah, that, them, yo, man them fronts
Ain't hittin' on nothin', though, dawg
You gotta get some diamonds in your mouth
Man
I'ma take you over here to my man an' 'nem
Yeah, he'll hook you up, dawg
Real good nah'mean?

Detroit lady (Lady)
I know you goin' crazy (Crazy)
Every day to the movies (Movies)
Fridays to Ruby Tuesday's
When was the last time
You left the city and moved around?
Cleveland and Chi-town, they don't count
I'm talkin' 'bout flyin'
More than an hour flight
Shoney's, Waffle House delight
You need some highway in your life
But don't bring no bags
Cop that when you get there, ooh

We can go, dirt down South
We can get those gold fronts for our mouth
Temporaries, just for the week
(Just for the week)
Let's see the world (Fly with me, baby)
Hop in my Chrysler 300 (yeah)
Throw some longhorns on the front bumper
(yeah)
Just for the week, let's see the world
(Just for the week) my travelin' girl

Ha, so, you think you well travelled (ooh)
You've seen the states, and, see the places
(You've seen the places)
You ate the food, seen many faces
But, you ain't seen it all
You ain't never walked into
A store to find your dollar ain't shit
Find depression through pounds and pence
And baby, that's my word
And, you ain't never stepped into
The street to look for traffic to find
It's not in front of you, it's behind
You move just in time to catch the bird flip
You'll find out when you get there, oh, oh

We can go to London (yeah)
Bring your umbrella, it's probably rainin'
(yeah, yeah) no sunshine, but no complainin'
(No complainin')
'Cause we seein' the world (Fly with me)
Picadilly Square to Camden (yeah, yeah)
Jazz Café, walk right in (Right in)
Catch a free show, before we see the world
(Just you and me) my travelin' girl

First, first stop Paris
France like a superstar
Hop, hop on the stage make
'em chante avec moi
Next, next stop, Primo Concierto Italia
Band, band, hold me down
I call 'em my fratalia
Third, third stop Germany, come backstage
Stage or to this hotel
All, all these places, my lady, I been before
But, I ain't never been to Monaco, so

We can go to Monaco (yeah, yeah)
No yacht, but, we can rent a boat
With the paddles, but we could row slow
(Row slow) and see the world
(Just you and me rock, baby)
Make love ripples by the boat drift
(Oh, yeah)
Drink champipple, the semi-cheap shit
(Bubble up)
Just for the week, let's see the world
(Just for the week) my travelin' girl
And, we can go straight to the moon
Close your eyes and let's make it true
Don't need no astrosuit
To leave this world (Just you and me)
And, we won't need no spaceship
Just some oils, and a tight grip
For liftoff, and we heaven sent
My travelin' girl, yeah