Vacation
Lyrics
My phone was forced on airplane mode
This ain't none of that sicko mode, no
This ain't no drill, touch your toes
You up at the top of the hill, let it go
Oh no, Ears popping, too close
Elevation colliding, let nature take its toll
Take my soul, I'm in my zone
Cut me up like a motherfucking artichoke
Look at me, I'm on a boat
I'm drifting like smoke, act like you know
I don't fuck with no hoes
I might dumb it down for you, slow, slow
Maybe whisper a little and I go
Shit talkers talking it while I swerve and miss
Dodge and ditch, keep taking your piss
My skeleton might have to pay you a visit
I've heard enough from the chatty ass bitch
I had to ditch the floaty and go for a swim
Shh
Stay away from me on my trip
I'll show you a hissy fit
No makeup but, I'm still a misfit
Let me give you losers a tip
I never really lose my grip
I'm still learning to blend in
Just checked in at my resort
I can see the ocean of course
My lifeline looking real short
Kicked me, played like a sport
This ain't my mission, abort
Hey, depression, there's the door
Road block, another detour
A mirage in the desert, contour
I got my luggage, gonna pop it
Wanna cock it, think I lost it
Can you drop it, have you lost it
Have you lost it
I got my luggage, gonna pop it
Wanna cock it, think I lost it
Can you drop it, have you lost it
Have you lost it
Sipping on gin with a glass in my hand
Sip, sip, sip
Sip, sip, sip
Sipping on gin with a glass in my hand
Dig, dig, dig
Dig, dig, dig
My phone was forced on airplane mode
This ain't none of that sicko mode, no
This ain't no drill, touch your toes
You up at the top of the hill, let it go
Oh no, Ears popping, too close
Elevation colliding, let nature take its toll
Take my soul, I'm in my zone
Cut me up like a motherfucking artichoke
Look at me, I'm on a boat
I'm drifting like smoke, act like you know
I don't fuck with no hoes
I might dumb it down for you, slow, slow
Maybe whisper a little and I go
Shit talkers talking it while I swerve and miss
Dodge and ditch, keep taking your piss
My skeleton might have to pay you a visit
I've heard enough from the chatty ass bitch
I had to ditch the floaty and go for a swim
Shh
Stay away from me on my trip
I'll show you a hissy fit
No makeup but, I'm still a misfit
Let me give you losers a tip
I never really lose my grip
I'm still learning to blend in
Just checked in at my resort
I can see the ocean of course
My lifeline looking real short
Kicked me, played like a sport
This ain't my mission, abort
Hey, depression, there's the door
Road block, another detour
A mirage in the desert, contour
I got my luggage, gonna pop it
Wanna cock it, think I lost it
Can you drop it, have you lost it
Have you lost it
I got my luggage, gonna pop it
Wanna cock it, think I lost it
Can you drop it, have you lost it
Have you lost it
Sipping on gin with a glass in my hand
Sip, sip, sip
Sip, sip, sip
Sipping on gin with a glass in my hand
Dig, dig, dig
Dig, dig, dig
Writer(s): Nicholas Ferrara
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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