Verse 1:
Fatigued from line waiting..another nigga that hopes
A seat assigned vacant..away from cigarette smoke
Flirtin with the only woman..workin customer service
It results a dirty clothes..like fabrics cover a servant
A little bothered about it..I focus on the basic shit
Breaking spliffs..realizing capers hard as raisin kids
Rest my briefcase underneath my seat..to go urinate
Overheard broads speak of..Alicia Keys tourist dates
I'm sure to make it..the sooner I touch destination
I'll be relieved..to see her after..much dedication
From bathrooms I return..quicker than movie sequels
A girl loosely winkin..informs me..this cutie is single
Instead of under seats..my briefcase is on food trays
Not as light as before..I carried it like school days
When the train stops..security monitors..like brave cops
Browse around..nothin's different..sight the same shops
Before my mental sparks..sharper points than temple darts
My lady's swervin hard..from running late..wit rental cars