VASELINE & VODKA Lyrics

Your metrics don't match the optics

No they dont

You're fantasy fucking a bandwagon

Attached to a tour van of shitty shamans

I'm the season packet in some Top Ramen

I'm not gonna stop where you at

This thought shot from rocket launcher

From Beirut, Babe Ruth is up to bat

You 2 doods can sit with the few youths sat

Climb up on this piggy back

I'll walked the dogs to where

Kitties shat, this dad can rap

I'm pretty hard at this

I'm pretty smart to fall in love

Let friendships die

Tear apart an artist's artifice

I'm an author's audience

After he dies

Cries of he's was the best to do it

If he was alive

No one confess his restitution

I'm Conny Francis

Lipstick on my collarbone

Wanted Cristina Ricci after Casper died

Geronimo

I Passed you pip squeaks

Since dad hats and Disney

Since jazz and gypsies

I've been that bad ass to trash you gets me

The suit looks great it fits me

Feel like Eddie Gomez in Poland with Bill Evans

Dog you kids will never gets me

I'm pushing 50

You pushing mongo into to Tilly's

I'm the rap connoisseur

From the era peach Optimos and grape Phillies

You fake really

No pop, your bop not Billie

You can't rock, you jock

Now just watch me talk illy

It's something with spunk dun

Your Dunks can't come from

I'm one of one son

Simple and sweet with the conundrum

Cars and car seats

Tires and rims

Brimstones and fire

Conny run your teeth

With a pair of pliers and Timbs

You kiddos is liars

Silver tab jeans on fires for fibs

Keep running that bullshit

And we'lll keep running your jibs

Vaseline and vodka that's all I need to live

Sober Conny wrote this rap

I wrote the rap and I need fifth

You don't want to be wack

We got enough of those skits

Welcome back to the Kodak moments

When we're entirely lit

Vaseline and vodka that's all I need to live

Sober Conny wrote this rap

I wrote the rap and I need fifth

You don't want to get smacked

We got enough enough of those skits

Welcome back to the Kodak moments

When we're entirely lit