I hate these vacations
I hate the friends that I'm making
They left me for Vegas
They'll be back when I'm famous

It's picture perfect for me
I think they searching for me
I smoke my blunt and I leave
It's working perfect-a-ly
Like fully loaded
Don't play with me
It's not practice for me
I do it fashionably
I come off rationally

Face up
In a house
It's tahoe
This hoe
Gonna chug
Half the bottle
I'm black
suicide
the doors
I die
The course
On a way
Half a mile
Now I'm drunk
Hey nigga
Who the ride home?
In the water
Hope the tides
Is the drive home
Seen another get shot
Now his life gone
Knew a nigga who shine
Now his light gone

I hate these vacations
I hate the friends that I'm making
They left me for Vegas
They'll be back when I'm famous