Suitcase and a Passport - Token

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 its 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