Vacation

Rolling out, pray then take me where you’re whole
Flying high, can’t you see that I’ve grown
I be out here chillin and shit
Boutta come up w my dudes and my clique
I don’t really got a bag to keep all of my racks
That’s why my fit stay green from the front to the back
To the back back from the front with a big bag
Got a big bat swing it out like a big fat
Mix match hit that feedback like a tic tac
Tip toe gonna go slow before I relapse
Read that message and then I say «Hi, yes, hello!»
I am that fellow, feelin' so fucking yellow
BIIIITTTCCCHHH
7 november
I’ve lost all my temper (Pew, pew)
I cried in the toilet
I’m covered in anger (Pew, pew)
Sometimes I’m just wishing I’m not in this phase in my life
What I mean is to die (ugh)
Time is a curse
I’m unsure if it’s done for the better or for the worse
Me and my boys
Strapped in converse
Notice the speed in my words
Come in my way, and you’ll only get hurt
I’m driving away in my car, it goes skrt
My car, it goes skrt (Go what?)
My car, it goes skrt (Skrt, skrt!)
Rolling out, pray then take me where you’re whole
Flying high, can’t you see that I’ve grown
Rolling out, pray then take me where you’re whole
Flying high, can’t you see that I’ve grown
Adrenaline got me speeding like a hockeyman
Forever young, Goodbye, like I’m Haziman
You know we flippin and cookin
Now with this song, yeah we rulin
Asphyxiate when i’m breathin
Just like a drowning man
Black panther, pant up the damn mountain
Shazam, my man I had to just bust him
Matriarchy females, they just run em
Matt so gnarly, pop shuv a damn fountain
Snitchin leachin little boy, yous a sucka sucka
Kickin ass superbad, I’m the motherfucka
Snitchin leachin little boy, yous a sucka sucka
Kickin ass superbad, I’m the motherfucka
Yeah, I be flying high
Ain’t even sober for awhile
Now imma try cut it down, runnin wild
Going on and on and on for miles
Been rollin rollin, lick
Feel the wind, blaze
Been smokin, smokin, flick
Now slow down the pace
Mark, Mark, say mynameachef
Mynameachef!
Rolling out, pray then take me where you’re whole
Flying high, can’t you see that I’ve grown
Rolling out, pray then take me where you’re whole
Flying high, can’t you see that I’ve grown