Vacation

I be going out the back door On a lot of situations I be going down the back roads Searching for some meditation Nothing but these fuckin grass tokes I be smoking medication Wonder where these fuckin clouds go Guess I'm heading on vacation Smoke my weed to get me by All these people ask me why Can't you do it don't you drive Ain't you a dad what if he cry Ain't that sad what if he die I'm like damn maybe you right No you not I smoke pot Best damn dad an bitch you thought Kids my world an all I got Can't get tighter knot we got You're not wiser or knew God Made these plants and grew my pot You'd shut up an smoke my lot But you dumb so bitch I'm off On vacation hear these coughs And these laughs trick get lost I be going out the back door On a lot of situations I be going down the back roads Searching for some meditation Nothing but these fuckin grass tokes I be smoking medication Wonder where these fuckin clouds go Guess i'm heading on vacation On vacation I be buzzin With my kid f*ck all y'all muggin Dressed as Spidey I be running Climb these walls we dance we jumpin skate the pipe ya know we bumpin Like this beat you know we pumpin Kid like kuzko bitch no touchin If you touch you know I'm punchin I'm too high for all that frontin On vacation don't start nothin With my son or I'll start something We just wanna have our fun and Play around in the sun and If you start it then you done it Cuz you don't want this dad gunnin Think you're tough but y'all don't want it I be going out the back door On a lot of situations I be going down the back roads Searching for some meditation Nothing but these fuckin grass tokes I be smoking medication Wonder where these fuckin clouds go Guess i'm heading on vacation