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