Travelin' Girl Lyrics - Sketches Of A Man - Dwele

Dude from the South) 

Yo, whassup dawg? 

Yo, ain't you Dwele, man? 

Man, you got a nice lil' girl right there witcha, too. 

She hot, man. Where y'all from, you from Detroit? 

Heard that man, yo, welcome to the South dawg. 

Them, yo, man them fronts, ain't hittin' on nothin tho dawg 

You gotta get some diamonds in ya mouth man 

I'ma take you over here to mah mans an'nem. 

Yeah, he'll hook you up, dawg...real good nah'mean? 

(Verse 1) 

Detroit...Lady 

I know you goin' crazy 

Everyday to the movies 

Friday's 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 a hour flight 

Shoney's, Waffle House delight 

You need some highway in ya life 

But don't bring no (purse?) 

Cop that when you get there...oooooooh 

(Chorus) 

We can go...dirt down South 

We can get Bro's gold fronts for our mouth 

Temporaries...just for the week 

Let's see the world 

Hop in my...Chrysler 300 

Throw some longhorns...on the front bumper 

Just for the week...let's see the world 

My travelin' girl 

(Verse 2) 

So, you think you will travel (ooh) 

You seen the states, and, see 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 yo' dollar ain't shit 

Find depression thru 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...ohhhh 

(Chorus 2) 

We can go...to London 

Bring your umbrella, it's probably rainin' 

No sunshine, but no complainin' 

'cause we seein' the world (fly with me) 

Picadilly Square...to C 

Jazz cafe...walk right in 

Catch a free show, 'fore we see the world 

My travelin' girl 

(Bridge) 

First first stop Paris, France like a supastar 

Hop hop on the stage make 'em chanter avec moi (*sing with me* in French) 

Next next stop, Primo Concierto Italia 

Bella bella, hold me down, I call 'em my frittalia 

Third third stop Germany, come backstage 

Order in this hotel, meine Zimmernummer ist...! 

All all these places my lady I been before 

But I ain't never been to Monaco, so... 

(Chorus 3) 

We can go...to Monaco 

No yacht, but, we can rent a boat 

With the paddles, but we could roll slow 

And see the world 

Make love ripples...by the boat drift 

Drink champipple...the semi-cheap shit 

Just for the week, let's see the world 

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...and 

We won't need...no spaceship 

Just some oils...and a tight grip 

For lift off...and we heaven sent 

My travelin' girl