Alba s touto skladbou:
Nomad 2 - The Long Way Home,
Nomad 2,
I just want to get bent in the ride letting my shit play/
Even keel, max volume name on the display/
Warm weather cool breeze and some trees/
Couple Gs on hand smelling salt from the sea/
Fly chick in arms reach passin' through palm beach/
Headed to Miami to party with the family and chill/
I just want couple mills garage some nice wheels/
Massage from nice girls some drinks that's ice chilled/
Go hard my nights filled with bars and ice grills/
Star that top bill you watch as I kill/
Ain't far from the truth millimeters left to build/
Motherfuckers could hate us we the greatest keep it real/
Nigga chill
I just want to wake up ice cube have a good day/
Cake up hit the park let my son play/
Hit mom's soul food night Sunday/
Good sleep, good mood, hit the runway/
Out Monday gone for a week/
Return seven days with my pockets hella deep/
And chill
I just want a bad bitch with a tight box and deep throat/
Blow money on fly shit and good smoke/
Hot beat cold beer and lawn chair be on top I belong there/
It's where I chill/
I just want no stress and a full night's rest/
forever at my best nothing more nothing less/
all the shit that I dream about/
after that be screaming out/
I wanna chill/
I just want to hit the club with a shorty and cut a rug/
And a little drinking and drugs see the telly and it love/
How much she want to fuck she tell me and give it up/
And I'ma put it down every time she get it up/
When it's enough room service fill my belly/
Take a shower never smelly call a taxi on the celly/
Then I chill
I just want a record deal with no adlibs or find print/
Not to sit around and wonder where my time went/
All the hustling to pay off so that the time spend/
Grinding leaves me with the feeling that I’m shining/
I find that rhyming and climbing the charts/
Is a walk in the park when you spit from the heart/
So I chill
I just want wealth, health, happiness and fame/
Joy and a little pain to remind me of the strain/
Everything I over came add meaning to acclaim/
Life could have been a shame now it's such a different thing/
Spitting like and open flame, take aim, lay claim/
No thing this game I reign they lame/
Nigga chill
I just want a bad bitch with a tight box and deep throat/
Blow money on fly shit and good smoke/
Hot beat cold beer and lawn chair be on top I belong there
It's where I chill
I just want no stress and a full night's rest/
Forever at my best nothing more nothing less
All the shit that I dream about
After that be screaming out
I wanna chill
