Token - Suitcase and a Passport lyrics

I met this girl at my show
She went from standing front row
To laying down on my flow
She sucked me right out my soul
She put me all on her posts
She told the world she fucked Token
But Ben was there all alone
Little did she know
Aye, sometimes when my mom
Wanna come to shows
Says she hasn't seen her son for
A couple months or so but I made the plan to
Be backstage with some hoes
Even if mom get sad I'ma tell her no
See, I'm a different man on the road
Even ask my homies who were there on the road
Fresh merch money in my bag, on the road
I'ma probably blow and have to
Go back on the road
Tour manager's name is Lee
One fucking job, cater to me
Good amount of money that I pay him a week
But I still can't tell if you love or hate me
Making money, never let the money make me
But I'm paranoid about all of
The money they see
So I hide it in my pillowcase
When I go to sleep
Least I know I'll be smiling
If they suffocate me
These girls always think I'm
Richer than I am, so I go with it
Asking me what celebrities I've met
At shows and it's
Usually a lot less than they suppose it is
So I make up some shit
'til the chick is like, "no kidding"
Even when they ask for my real
Name I don't give it
When I tell my friends that
They think I'm so tripping
Chick named Marie stole my chain in Winnipeg
Ever since then
I guess I don't trust no bitches
Later that tour I had a show in Halifax
Couldn't find my wallet and the tele
And this girl was feeling sketchy
So, she's the one I started snapping at
She freaked out on me then I
Found it in my backpack
I was like, "My bad", she was like
"Fuck you!"
I was like, "Where you goin'?", she was like
"Fuck you!"
I would've felt bad but I didn't have time to
I had another girl who was
Trying to come through
That's just tour life
How it's affecting you?
Girls, new place, new plus the revenue
Every time I leave home
Mama says to call her
Every chance I get but I never do
I tell her it's because I lost
My voice from the show
Really, it's because I don't know
If she'll recognize it
Lee's telling me what not to do when alone
But, lyrics are the only thing I'm memorizing
Best place to put the merch first
Thing that we look for
Merch guy got a piece of paper
That he put the totals in i read it so much
I'm feeling like a bookworm
Can't talk about this shit up on a single
My manager say, "Put your best foot first"
But my best night was a threesome in London
Back of the tour bus and me
And my homie took turns
Then one of the chicks boyfriends
Banging on the door so damn heated
She didn't care so I opened
The window and told him
"Motherfucker beat it"
Flashback, sophomore year my homie, Colin
He was fucking with a chick
Who had a boyfriend
I told him to stop because karma's real
Now look at me, how does that feel?
It feel like it's supposed to
Cheating, new city with a bigger
Chip on my shoulder
Marie stole my tame, bitch
You think you slick, don't ya?
This the reason I didn't feel the
Same when I woke up
This the reason I fuck with my
Girl until we broke up
But it's what I asked for
If I wanted true love then
I should've asked more
Had a lot of new friends on my last tour
The only ones that stuck with
Me? Suitcase and a passport