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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 Letras de cancionesUsually 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 From Letras Mania