(Welcome to the BvrdBath)
The youngin' been silent since the 3rd grade
Used to be a problem child
Probably in the worst way
Almost forgot how often all my so-called friends
Would stand and snicker in the hallways
Headphones on
The only way to make it through the long days
A Diet Coke
Coke raps on, no Lana Del Rey
Gangsta rap-thanks to that
I found a place I felt safe
Even when within the prison like confines of Hell's gates
Where devils wait to shove me up in lockers
Shitty cell mates
This happened 'till the twelfth grade
I need a vacation
Right away (A vacation)
Out of my mind (From my mind)
Let's go to Guatemala
Got some guacamole en la ensalada
Mr. Simpson, go ahead and pop the top off Tropicana
Dropping dollars
Down in the Bahamas
With some models
That got bodies shaped like bottles
Oppenheimer
How atomic all the drama's
Always bottled up
It's 'bout to blow
I turned to poems
I'm a rhymer
Classmates thought creative, and they thought of us
That's Marko, me, and Burd
The Nest of Fools-we flew to see the nurse
Prescribed we write some beats and words
Decrease the hurt between the herd
It seems to work
Because I write a verse
It's like I'm on vacation
Right away (A vacation)
Out of my mind (From my mind)
Ay
Starving artist, but my belly full
Fancy garments midsummer
But you know the boy is dressed in wool
Ain't never done a festival
Just HawkFest in high school
Listening to my tunes
That crowd extremely miserable (I don't blame 'em)
Either that, or they was memeing-smoking pot
I couldn't tell, 'cause I was high, too
I toked a lot
My tolerance is higher than the sky's roof
I hope to God
The blind youth recovers
On my drive to mi casa
I ain't know who I could cry to
I feel like I been lied to
I need a vacation
Right away (A vacation)
Out of my mind (From my mind)
I use rejuvenating music as an escape
But lately looking 'round at all the bars
It's like I'm in the crate
I ain't established yet
So rapping lacks in cashing checks
I'm Nicholas Cage
Scraping in way less than my state's minimum wage
Lord knows I had a vision today
Of me fulfilling my dreams
I prayed my team'd get our feet on the stage
Me and Marko passing mics
And Robin mixing as the D to the J
And overnight, we crossing borders over seas in a plane
My life would be a vacation (Soon)
My life will be a vacation (Soon)
My life will be a vacation (Every day)
My life will be a vacation
Rossy - Vacation Lyrics
Rossy - Vacation Lyrics
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(Welcome to the BvrdBath)
The youngin' been silent since the 3rd grade
Used to be a problem child
Probably in the worst way
Almost forgot how often all my so-called friends
Would stand and snicker in the hallways
Headphones on
The only way to make it through the long days
A Diet Coke
Coke raps on, no Lana Del Rey
Gangsta rap-thanks to that
I found a place I felt safe
Even when within the prison like confines of Hell's gates
Where devils wait to shove me up in lockers
Shitty cell mates
This happened 'till the twelfth grade
I need a vacation
Right away (A vacation)
Out of my mind (From my mind)
Let's go to Guatemala
Got some guacamole en la ensalada
Mr. Simpson, go ahead and pop the top off Tropicana
Dropping dollars
Down in the Bahamas
With some models
That got bodies shaped like bottles
Oppenheimer
How atomic all the drama's
Always bottled up
It's 'bout to blow
I turned to poems
I'm a rhymer
Classmates thought creative, and they thought of us
That's Marko, me, and Burd
The Nest of Fools-we flew to see the nurse
Prescribed we write some beats and words
Decrease the hurt between the herd
It seems to work
Because I write a verse
It's like I'm on vacation
Right away (A vacation)
Out of my mind (From my mind)
Ay
Starving artist, but my belly full
Fancy garments midsummer
But you know the boy is dressed in wool
Ain't never done a festival
Just HawkFest in high school
Listening to my tunes
That crowd extremely miserable (I don't blame 'em)
Either that, or they was memeing-smoking pot
I couldn't tell, 'cause I was high, too
I toked a lot
My tolerance is higher than the sky's roof
I hope to God
The blind youth recovers
On my drive to mi casa
I ain't know who I could cry to
I feel like I been lied to
I need a vacation
Right away (A vacation)
Out of my mind (From my mind)
I use rejuvenating music as an escape
But lately looking 'round at all the bars
It's like I'm in the crate
I ain't established yet
So rapping lacks in cashing checks
I'm Nicholas Cage
Scraping in way less than my state's minimum wage
Lord knows I had a vision today
Of me fulfilling my dreams
I prayed my team'd get our feet on the stage
Me and Marko passing mics
And Robin mixing as the D to the J
And overnight, we crossing borders over seas in a plane
My life would be a vacation (Soon)
My life will be a vacation (Soon)
My life will be a vacation (Every day)
My life will be a vacation
The youngin' been silent since the 3rd grade
Used to be a problem child
Probably in the worst way
Almost forgot how often all my so-called friends
Would stand and snicker in the hallways
Headphones on
The only way to make it through the long days
A Diet Coke
Coke raps on, no Lana Del Rey
Gangsta rap-thanks to that
I found a place I felt safe
Even when within the prison like confines of Hell's gates
Where devils wait to shove me up in lockers
Shitty cell mates
This happened 'till the twelfth grade
I need a vacation
Right away (A vacation)
Out of my mind (From my mind)
Let's go to Guatemala
Got some guacamole en la ensalada
Mr. Simpson, go ahead and pop the top off Tropicana
Dropping dollars
Down in the Bahamas
With some models
That got bodies shaped like bottles
Oppenheimer
How atomic all the drama's
Always bottled up
It's 'bout to blow
I turned to poems
I'm a rhymer
Classmates thought creative, and they thought of us
That's Marko, me, and Burd
The Nest of Fools-we flew to see the nurse
Prescribed we write some beats and words
Decrease the hurt between the herd
It seems to work
Because I write a verse
It's like I'm on vacation
Right away (A vacation)
Out of my mind (From my mind)
Ay
Starving artist, but my belly full
Fancy garments midsummer
But you know the boy is dressed in wool
Ain't never done a festival
Just HawkFest in high school
Listening to my tunes
That crowd extremely miserable (I don't blame 'em)
Either that, or they was memeing-smoking pot
I couldn't tell, 'cause I was high, too
I toked a lot
My tolerance is higher than the sky's roof
I hope to God
The blind youth recovers
On my drive to mi casa
I ain't know who I could cry to
I feel like I been lied to
I need a vacation
Right away (A vacation)
Out of my mind (From my mind)
I use rejuvenating music as an escape
But lately looking 'round at all the bars
It's like I'm in the crate
I ain't established yet
So rapping lacks in cashing checks
I'm Nicholas Cage
Scraping in way less than my state's minimum wage
Lord knows I had a vision today
Of me fulfilling my dreams
I prayed my team'd get our feet on the stage
Me and Marko passing mics
And Robin mixing as the D to the J
And overnight, we crossing borders over seas in a plane
My life would be a vacation (Soon)
My life will be a vacation (Soon)
My life will be a vacation (Every day)
My life will be a vacation
Writer: Ross Yenerich
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid