[Verse 1: Atlanta male MC, proud and loud, hard kick] Fifteen years on the ramp at Hartsfield with the engines in my ears Forty thousand bags a week and I been throwin' 'em for years Honeymoon bags and funeral bags and golf clubs and the cribs Every story in the world rides down my belt and through my ribs I know Paris by the stickers and I know Tokyo by weight I know every city on the planet, never left the state Cousin need a car note, so I carry that one too Partner on the ramp is goin' through it, so I carry him through [Hook: Atlanta male MC, full force, crisp snare] I carry everybody's bags but mine Every name, every weight, every city on the line Strap it down and wave it off and watch it climb I carry everybody's bags but mine [Verse 2: Atlanta male MC, harder, big bass] Then my birthday in the break room and the whole crew actin' strange Big Lou slide a envelope and say, man, don't you complain Ticket out to Honolulu, one way there and one way back And a little carry-on with my initials on the strap I ain't never packed a bag for me, I didn't know what to bring Folded three shirts and a toothbrush, sat and stared at the thing Window seat in row nineteen, I could see the ramp below And my crew out on the tarmac wavin' orange wands real slow [Hook: Atlanta male MC, full force, crisp snare] I carry everybody's bags but mine Every name, every weight, every city on the line Strap it down and wave it off and watch it climb I carry everybody's bags but mine [Bridge: Atlanta male MC, low, big bass] Wheels up and the whole of Atlanta turnin' small Fifteen years under the belly and I never saw it all Somebody down below just threw my bag in with the rest And for once a stranger's carryin' the thing I love the best [Verse 3: Atlanta male MC, proud and loud, hard kick] Landed in the mornin' and the air was sweet and warm Took my carry-on and walked out like a man that's just been born Ocean big as Georgia and I'm standin' in my socks Sent a picture to the ramp crew and they hollered at the box Big Lou on the phone, he said, so how's it feel up there I said, man, I finally know where all the bags go, I swear [Final Hook: Atlanta male MC, major-key turn, full force, crisp snare] I carry everybody's bags but mine Every name, every weight, every city on the line Strap it down and wave it off and watch it climb I carry everybody's bags but mine [End]
