Vacation

[Verse 1: Tommy Faucets] Never heard from a nigga like this On top of a balcony I feel a little falcony Soar in the air We never cared And that’s wannabee's thoughts Now he got caught Then he fought And brought out the deuce deuce He was tipsy off the juicy juice Then he fired away Made a lot of flat tires today But now he's headed off the penitentiary And this is his vacation Doesn't want a conversation Wants a way out of this vacation He's tired of being rated Doesn't want to be part of this vacation Or the fucking nation nigga