Vacation
My life is like a movie with a twisted plot
David Fincher mixed in with some Lynch and Frost
I'm in the Black Lodge with a midget sippin' scotch
Crackpot, but every Agent Cooper's got a bit of Bob
Yo I just had to let my twin speak
My inner geek turning fucking beef to mince meat
You must be uniformed trying to go against me
You playing the game but getting half the picture like a split screen
You fuckin' haters on some Tusken raiders type behaviour
Trust me they'll be back in greater numbers later
On my nuts so much I may just need a custom tailor
Fuck it what do they know?
Just get off my case sir see I'm from a place that none vacate to
I keep my flow sharp ready for that next track
I keep a crowbar handy for them head crabs
I feel I'm so far ahead I'll never get back
Jet pack check the burn marks on my air max
Nobody come wake me up, me up
'Til the sun has gone down, 'til the sun has gone down
Nobody come wake me up, me up
Nobody come round here, nobody come around
Don't you know, don't you know
I don't set no alarm and that's the vacation
Don't you know, don't you know
Gonna switch the world off cause that's the vacation
Hey yo I only play the games that I win at, win at
Uh, give me a minute mum, I'm almost finished
I've been the same since the 8-bit
I'm basically trying to make every rapper rage quit
Fun fact: when I was just a rug rat my life was like a car crash
Drugs had me spinning like hub cap
Scumbag, take acid like a xenomorphic blood bank
One tab and we can all be trippin' like we're clumsy
Hope you got your lunch packed cause I can't tell you when we come back
All personnel clear the launch pad
The potty mouth most of y'all forgot about
They acting like my buzz was a bee up in their bonnet now
My cologne is eau de rocket fuel
Pants full of pebbles move the planet by the pocketful
Hi there I am high enough to take you sight seeing
I'm flying over bat country by a kite string
Gets up early wakes up late breakfast served on same old plate
Press that shirt then razor face, pet shop birdie break that cage
Bet your survey says no way cause desk is sturdy paper ain't
420 flight to catch, I might not be back
David Fincher mixed in with some Lynch and Frost
I'm in the Black Lodge with a midget sippin' scotch
Crackpot, but every Agent Cooper's got a bit of Bob
Yo I just had to let my twin speak
My inner geek turning fucking beef to mince meat
You must be uniformed trying to go against me
You playing the game but getting half the picture like a split screen
You fuckin' haters on some Tusken raiders type behaviour
Trust me they'll be back in greater numbers later
On my nuts so much I may just need a custom tailor
Fuck it what do they know?
Just get off my case sir see I'm from a place that none vacate to
I keep my flow sharp ready for that next track
I keep a crowbar handy for them head crabs
I feel I'm so far ahead I'll never get back
Jet pack check the burn marks on my air max
Nobody come wake me up, me up
'Til the sun has gone down, 'til the sun has gone down
Nobody come wake me up, me up
Nobody come round here, nobody come around
Don't you know, don't you know
I don't set no alarm and that's the vacation
Don't you know, don't you know
Gonna switch the world off cause that's the vacation
Hey yo I only play the games that I win at, win at
Uh, give me a minute mum, I'm almost finished
I've been the same since the 8-bit
I'm basically trying to make every rapper rage quit
Fun fact: when I was just a rug rat my life was like a car crash
Drugs had me spinning like hub cap
Scumbag, take acid like a xenomorphic blood bank
One tab and we can all be trippin' like we're clumsy
Hope you got your lunch packed cause I can't tell you when we come back
All personnel clear the launch pad
The potty mouth most of y'all forgot about
They acting like my buzz was a bee up in their bonnet now
My cologne is eau de rocket fuel
Pants full of pebbles move the planet by the pocketful
Hi there I am high enough to take you sight seeing
I'm flying over bat country by a kite string
Gets up early wakes up late breakfast served on same old plate
Press that shirt then razor face, pet shop birdie break that cage
Bet your survey says no way cause desk is sturdy paper ain't
420 flight to catch, I might not be back
Credits
Writer(s): Kaelyn Behr, Seth Marton
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