Vacation

I be going out the back door
On a lot of situations
I be going down the back roads
Searching for some meditation
Nothing but these fuckin grass tokes
I be smoking medication
Wonder where these fuckin clouds go
Guess I'm heading on vacation

Smoke my weed to get me by
All these people ask me why
Can't you do it don't you drive
Ain't you a dad what if he cry
Ain't that sad what if he die
I'm like damn maybe you right
No you not I smoke pot
Best damn dad an bitch you thought Kids my world an all I got
Can't get tighter knot we got
You're not wiser or knew God
Made these plants and grew my pot
You'd shut up an smoke my lot
But you dumb so bitch I'm off
On vacation hear these coughs
And these laughs trick get lost

I be going out the back door
On a lot of situations
I be going down the back roads
Searching for some meditation
Nothing but these fuckin grass tokes
I be smoking medication
Wonder where these fuckin clouds go
Guess i'm heading on vacation

On vacation I be buzzin
With my kid fuck all y'all muggin
Dressed as Spidey I be running
Climb these walls we dance we jumpin skate the pipe ya know we bumpin
Like this beat you know we pumpin
Kid like kuzko bitch no touchin
If you touch you know I'm punchin
I'm too high for all that frontin
On vacation don't start nothin
With my son or I'll start something
We just wanna have our fun and
Play around in the sun and
If you start it then you done it
Cuz you don't want this dad gunnin
Think you're tough but y'all don't want it

I be going out the back door
On a lot of situations
I be going down the back roads
Searching for some meditation
Nothing but these fuckin grass tokes
I be smoking medication
Wonder where these fuckin clouds go
Guess i'm heading on vacation