Reality Kings

(albüm: Vacation - 2012)

[John Anthony:]
Ayo, it's nothing but king in the circle huh?
Shit, haters die today
Love the fans, fuck the people

October cold as the sun bitch
Landlord took my food away
It was spent on late rent
All 'cause of this lame job
Benches be my day job
Wish hunger took its days off
Sometimes I just nod off
Get full of a jug of water
Chug (Chug), Glug (Glug)
When honey sandwiches taste like gold
When 1-800 calls feel cold
When a phone call from home
Feel like a phone call from God
Call me home
How long would this tumbleweed run?
Is my belly made of stone?
Will I do better? Who better?
Seems like these crackers made of gold
They made of gold
Seems like that everyone around me is doing better than before
And God named me after
Martyr lessons from a Baptist
Wish I did more action
And that "It", I wish I had it (And that "It", I wish I had it)
Instead all this bad luck getting passed around like murder
This Cancerous and Aquarius
Drowning in these deep thoughts
Gold like a canary
Will I fail? Will I fail? Is this that real? Is this that real? Uh
If I don't die then I'ma kill (Kill)
Is this that real? Is this that real? Uh
If I don't die then I'ma kill (God)

[Bugus:]
Madman kill us, madman thrill us
Mad gorillas and he gave me, he gave me
Madman kill us, madman thrill us
Mad gorillas and he gave me, he gave me

Tell you something that I probably shouldn't tell
Locked up, twenty thou' for the bail
Flowers in mail, showers in jail
It's burning my soul like I was in hell
I'm burning my bow playing for her
Promised my momma I'd stay in the church
Won't lay in a hearse
I'm high, I'm drunk, laying a verse
Riding in it with my niggas
Vibing, praying we gone make it work
Saying "Who gone make it first?"

Yeah, yeah
[Russ:]
Like "Who gone make it first?"
[Bugus:]
Vacation, oh

[Russ:]
All I know is to do me, me
I just hope you feel the same, same
I just want you to be free, free
Recognizing [?]

Everybody that I wanna succeed
One goal: stand on your own two feet
Making my own soundtrack plus three
Lot of laughs, lot of "Fuck yous"
So we fill our cups
Kinda like a blunt how we spill our guts
Middle fingers up to the next man
I'm groomed for this life, I'm the best man
And I'm less than impressed with you
Life is a guest, yeah I guess it's true
Guess it's true, I'm vibing out
I'm vibing out and I'm telling you, yeah
Rrreebah, Vacation motherfuckers

All I know is to do me, me
I just hope you feel the same, same
I just want you to be free, free
Recognizing [?]