Vacation Suicide - Johnny Polygon lyrics

rate me

I took a few shots too many

With two girls who got plenty

Ass, ass, butt, titties,

Ass, ass, butt, titties

Did you caught up in some shit that you ain’t thought of

Well, you saw it coming, use a live pistol fire

You and me are out of control

Mixing all this alcohol with our prescription so we’re in the cold

Smitten to the Western, Western to the Eastern, Northern to the Southern

And around the country beasting

Don’t know where I’ll be this weekend

Don’t know who I’ll be tomorrow

Where I’ll be tomorrow

And where I left the condom, man it’s probably in the car, though

Party hard but working harder, though

That’s my mantra and my rhythm, that awesome shit I give them

On the regular

Where did all the ladies go?

Is it true that they all killed themselves?

A song can make you miserable

Or force you to redeem yourself

Where did they go?

Vacation suicide

These demons, these demons

I took a few hits with a few chicks

Send help from Massachusetts

You have no idea how I do shit

I dose it, I’m like fuck it

I’m like fuck it all in public

And I don’t care who sees us

‘Cause… is straight from hell

And I don’t believe in Jesus

Mary and Joseph’s immaculate conception

So they talked to … I think that remains in question

You are not the problem, son …

What’s the point of Bible paper once it all blows up in smoke?

It’s chronic baby, let’s be hones

Maybe I smoked too much, but I’m all grown up

So ain’t nothing you could say if my bills are paid

How many brains have I killed a day?

Maybe 11, maybe 9, maybe 2, maybe none

Maybe on, on some dumb shit tryin’ to get higher

If them all said I can’t get, if the highs I can’t get

All the people who supply this shit

I’mma just ride this shit from them

Shout out the middle man, doesn’t make sense like science

If before high school drop …niggas can’t touch me like…

Where did all the ladies go?

Is it true that they all killed themselves?

A song can make you miserable

Or force you to redeem yourself

Where did they go?

Vacation suicide

These demons, these demons

And they always look so beautiful