Blew’s 3rd Vacation

Lyrics

Verse 1: Picture me 'vading the dark shade From soul is part ways of emcees Moses My staff don't parlay We partake of life, I write to bring light If the shoe fits wear it but make sure that the strings tight Or you might slip in the abyss, my gift Is a tongue for the [?] I can dismantle the glitch in which I color mine's Tryna recover the time lost in translation See I ain't cover the blind with rhymes galore They love the allure for the first time I'm doing numbers, never gotten lucky before So now they wanting it more Because I'm knocking on doors They jocking these fours They never met a locker before With combinations you ain't used to I've been in the clouds so they say I look stoned like Medusa But I don't chief, you can ask my producer Half Indian mixed, my Gs getting looser Introducer of a style most ain't alert to Patience is a virtue but waiting is what hurt you, I get it I should be relaxing instead I'm in action Putting pencils to these words redefining captions Chorus: I'ma take my time with it We can go to the stars, go if you fine with it They say I'm one of a kind with it 'cause when I rhyme, I put a piece of my mind with it But I'm chilling on my vacay I'm just chilling on my vacay Had to get away Aye So I'm chilling on my vacay Don't you bother me on my vacay Okay? Aye Verse 2: Let me show you how I wreck it Not closed minded, behind it this world leave you naked The flow I perfected I find it comes easy Like first timers/rhymers learned a lot from Yeezy First album, got my soul in it And I can put you on game, we controlling it By representing for the real they glad it's here But let me take my time (slow down) No more rushin' like Vladimir Past the stratosphere But don't fear, within time I tap into your mind, lobotomy, the thin line Between real and fake, I put my will at stake Like dinner with the Smiths talking which deal to take I'm rolling indie, I ain't talkin' the car race I'm bringing power to the people, saving our race Gotta say my grace first, Granny taught me better than that Syllable prove while I'm lettering that Postcard Chorus: I'ma take my time with it We can go to the stars, go if you fine with it They say I'm one of a kind with it 'cause when I rhyme, I put a piece of my mind with it But I'm chilling on my vacay I'm just chilling on my vacay Had to get away Aye So I'm chilling on my vacay Don't you bother me on my vacay Okay? Aye