Lyrics Healy – No Vacation / Outside

No Vacation

And it’s all right
It’s alright right now
And it’s all right

High expectations, and low ceilings
Need no vacation, that’s no feelings

I ain’t wanna talk about it
I’ll drink a cup of coffee about it
Smoke some toffee about it
I’m lawfully valid
To speak the truth I’m awfully callous
To all of these rappers they causing a challenge
I might drop out

Hit the stage maybe rock out
No keys no keys you locked out (you locked out)
Put the neighborhood on lockdown (that’s lockdown)
And the house spotless (boy its clean as hell in here)
But we still got roaches in the kitchen
Roll like a family stone
Speak with my chest like I’m Pamela Anderson
Homie you already know

I’m a heavyweight like I turn slow
Tortoise shell frames and the piff burn slow
Yeah I run game, run game got turf toe
Keep it low key (low key) like a sagging janitor
Friends circle got a small diameter
Working everyday, ain’t gonna die amateur
Yeah life a bitch, 50 cent to my name but you bet I still Handler

Skeletons in my closet make a cemetery looking kinda average
I’ma bring flame to matches

Ain’t the type that gonna kill folk
Momma raised better
Rather hang with my kinfolk
And save my cheddar
And it’s alright, and it’s alright with me
Yeah the shit alright, it’s alright with me
Ain’t the type that gonna kill folk
Momma raised better
Rather hang with my kinfolk
And save my cheddar
And it’s alright, and it’s alright with me
Yeah the shit alright, it’s alright with me

And I bankrolled that rainbow, railroad my capo
Tears on my raincoat, I’ma tighten my halo
Old friends like offset, new friends like Quavo
Gibson’s that day old (yessah), mess with me on the maple

Internet wave rider
Hang ten on keyboards
Surf the pipeline
Ignore the guidelines
Destroy your timeline
Keep your mind right
And leave the fine line
I’m live as Slime Time

Keep it down
Real man, let my actions be my sound
Way I walk, way I talk
Know I’m from the south
Chacos in LA
Yeah my toes out

House show yesterday really showed out
Might move to Minglewood, sell out
Younge Avenue invite the whole town
Yeah I’m talking Collierville to Orange Mound
(What’s your favorite color?)

Peel like clementines
Mixed thoughts like Gotenks
Why you so lemon lime?
Tryna double cross me?
Nah you ain’t Allen I
Yeah I’m poor in self-esteem but I’m fahrenheit
I’m twenty that’s my paradigm

Outside

I bankrolled that rainbow
Railroad my capo
Tears on my raincoat
For my dogs that moved away
I’ma tighten my halo

Outside, outside
I ain’t really been going outside
Bout time, bout time
I live like I’m alive
I tried, I tried
I can’t really have no side chick
Can’t keep love divided
Still tryna rewind mileage