I remember summers, you and me lasting forever Holidays come and we'd never, never ever be apart I remember spending all of my time, every minute The
1, 2, 3, 4 Endless vacation, endless vacation Endless vacation, endless vacation I kill myself I kill the pain a suicide death A suicide game my skull
And the winner is, Trick Diesel, Face Mob My nigga baby, ha ha Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta You know me, T double, you know I'm a G 'Cuz I keep sayin' gangsta
Let me take you far away You'd like a holiday Let me take you far away You'd like a holiday Exchange the cold days for the sun A good time and fun Let
I know we've had our problems I know were not perfect But that doesnt mean you should just leave, leave,leave me here alone I hope you love me enough
Hah, that's just the sound of the Hen' True Story, that's what we call it Thank God for the thugs too Buddy Roe Drop the top and let the sunshine in
Holiday Holiday Hold it there boy, is that your bag? When the small sneak and you've just been had Is that your feet, been what have I seen ? Well take
I think it's time that I went on a holiday I think it's time that my mind should take a break I take the things that my friends say I should take I think
Get your passport and your bikini You need a holiday, come, see me I know you're tired of the same old scenery And I could change all that so easily
It's amazing How you make your face just like a wall How you take your heart and turn it off How I turn my head and lose it all It's unnerving How just
I got this notion from another man He put this dead fish in my hand Paperweight, baby, it's my name I hold you down 'coz you're all the same to me That
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I've informed you to leave 'Cause I can't afford to lose more sleep I get ill when I get tired So I'll try to rest if you'll stand guard Doo doo doo
I'd like to make everyday with you a holiday for love Every hour of the day you're all I'm a thinkin' of All week along when you're gone I sit around
Yeah L-O-X nigga It don't stop It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goin Motherfuckers [Styles Paniro] You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's
Yeah, L O X, nigga It don't stop Keep goin and goin' and goin and goin' Motherfuckers You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth If I get
She was circling the Holiday Inn Just about to go 'round again When her cell phone rang And it was him sayin', "Room 183" They've never done this before
(west-coast) the game get a blunt, roll the weed, light it up nigga sippin on gin n juice, fill up ya cups nigga the west-coast is back crackin like