TuNe$
Something light
See I've been missing the Red Room
But I"m back for a little bit
yeah
(Kendrick: Canai Finch on the beat)
TuNe$ on the vocals
(Kendrick: Turn the headphone up Ali)
(It's hot man)
Red Room Hell Room
(Kendrick:Here we go)

Verse 1
I woke up in the wee hours
Checked my celly and hit the shower
Got dressed, had pancakes for breakfast
Ima need power,
for this 14 hour flight, borrow Christopher's converter, charge my electronics
Whats next?
Bid adieus, farewells and see you soons
Though I'd really like to stay
It's time to making moves
Time to making tunes
Call it self development
And my minds states on heaven, I'm hell-a-bent
The Regiment Got me
And my father control seas [ctrl+c]
Copy
But I'm modest, let's be honest
They flashy like paparazzi
Gaga babies googoo
Look who's talking, Toodle
Ers, with two hands in the air
They need a pickup
Scrimmage the track, a pick up
Scrummage for scraps
No dish up
Holding no leftovers
They not on a level with us
Or maybe the same level
Just different buildings
Either way I'm still making killings
And I'm feeling

[Chorus]
Oh so turnt, chilling as usual
with new folk
but there comes the time to go
Airport, right on time, luggage 20 kilos
Plane flight ain't on time, that's okay for me though
O-M-W home honey, I know we hardly spoke
Still I'm feeling that things gon get better though but
Westside, I don't mind,
customs then I go
uhh
Eastside, just in time to hit the studio uhh

Verse 2
Before these classes get me down
Trodden and over burdened
Jet-lagging ain't swagging
Like hang overs from swerving
Through many different countries
The time has come for me, to get back on tracks
I kill em, they should be cuffing me
But comfortably
I relax and I sit
Get my drink and then I sip
Write, record and then I dip
When I touch down
Scores, are what I'm thinking of conjuring up now.
Sure, I got the power to just start to buck wild
Formalities would condone
Me brandishing the chrome
But ima stay in my zone
Not an ounce of second guessing
Waking ups my second blessing
Just existing is the first
Not even counting the rest man
Need a rest man, seeing through your Ray-bans
Weapon is concealed, they unarmed like rayman
Like rain man, we fly Qantas
Socially inept but a lyrical savant It's
Me, I, TuNe$ and yes I too
Commit lyrical assault
So these beats, I bruise
I know it sounds corny
But like Tom, I cruise
or Penelope
Sick with no remedy
So What you telling me
That you're feeling a way
Basing it all on your feelings today
Nothing to say positive
iPod it is
Just Plug in and play
In my Dre beats
Lookin for some Dre beats
Or forward, chuck deuce to the past
To say peace
The pastor says peace
This rapper says peace
America says peace
Can someone explain please?
But I digress, when I can't stomach or digest
Plus the delays makes me wanna board a plane and fly west
Back to AU, where people be like "Aye you, are you famous?"
I laugh, and just tell em to stay tuned
And I'll stay TuNe$
Unless I change to my government
home safe
It's pretty safe to assume
That

[Chorus]
I'm oh so turnt, wheeling in my two door but solo, ain't got the time no more
First class, right on time, Nikes, Levis, Polo
And it ends, right on time, got four more to go though
Put in work, getting out the money
The only way goes
Seems a long way til graduation tho,
Westside, I don't mind, picking up and go
But
Eastside, right on time, there's no place like home

Yeah