Like an old girlfriend, I got tired of Seoul
Man I’m done with this
I’m gonna go far away
A few outfits in my bag and my green passport
And my flipflops
With my friends, from my studio to Incheon, rollin

I put the Pedal to the metal
I’m free from the things that tortured me
If there’s one problem
It’s that we still don’t know where we wanna go
It’s winter in Korea so let’s go someplace hot
We’re gonna take an airplane
So us three guys chose a hot and close place, Bangkok

Sawadikap to my Thai fans
Sawadikap to everybody
Tropical fruits for breakfast and foot massage at lunch
Time to go to Khaosan Road, we called a tuk tuk car
The remaining six nights are already too short
so i wanna slow down the whole fuckin time
Yeah My whole fuckin time, My whole fuckin time
I rock birkenstocks
It’s always hot here, day and night
Look at the darkly toned shoulders
My face got dark but don’t care about it
Cuz a girl from the club said I’m looking fine,
and I told her, gather my hands and said khob khun kha

I’m calling my homies
It’s boring in Seoul city
There’s an airplane on top of my head

I’m calling my homies
It’s boring in Seoul city
There’s an airplane on top of my head
We’re going to LA

Up All Night at LA
As we share a bottle of wine at the Line Hotel
Before we fuck we talk bout life
Mixing English and Korean like our bodies
So many dreams in Hollywood
Why aren’t you selling your soul in Hollywood?
So much k-pop from Korea
But my music is mixed with the k-pop that plays in k-town but why is it different?
didn’t wanna be like toys in the group
didn’t wanna act like I’m a boy from the hood
But I wanted to ride an Escalade since I was young
My vacation is over in 5 days
So I took the wheel, I wanna go somewhere
I can’t stop, I wanna go all over the earth
Next is Europe

I’m calling my homies
It’s boring in Seoul city
There’s an airplane on top of my head

I’m calling my homies
It’s boring in Seoul city
There’s an airplane on top of my head
We’re going to Paris

We’re on the plane, next is Europe
My friend asking me, hey Sung Bin whats next
Now it’s Bonjour to my Parisienne
On top of the Eiffel Tower with Peejay and IAPP
We on it we floatin coast to coast
The Coréen we know, there’s no rapper like this one
If you’re gonna talk about GD, there’s nothing to say
But they played the new album at fashion week
Feelin like nye, feelin like rocky, feelin like theo
But I don’t need anything, our hearts beat faster at the Louvre
Our creative desires are pumping, growing like balloons
Before it flies away, hold onto me and empty yourself

We r going to
We r going to
We r going to
Wherever it is
We r going to
And u too,

We r going to wherever we want
Whenever
Let us go