Vacation - Still Woozy

I was compressed into a pixel

Reifications right up the road, my dear

It’s hot as hell, lickin' my elbow

But you know I sing like a bird, my love, the cage

Oh, what— Oh, what the hell can I say?

T-T-Tyncopate the way it turned out

T-T-Tyncopate the way, take the—

I syncopate the way it turned out

Resolute with God on my side, I synthesized

Oh no, I can tell

The impasse is real

There’s no need to find the key

Oh no, I can tell

The impasse is real

There’s no hand in this world that can cure

The peace of mind to render slowly

Was dullin' my sense of time and urgency

To reify was still my goal

But I don’t rush the long haul, ba-ba-baby

Oh no, I can tell

No hand in this world

No hand in this world

Oh no, I can tell

No hand in this world

No hand in this world

Oh no, I can tell

The impasse is real

There’s no need to find the key

Oh no, I can tell

The impasse is real

There’s no hand in this world that can cure me