mr. master - camp granada lyrics
[prod. by mr. master]
[intro: mr. master]
ow, ah!
lousy bugs!
aw, i hate camp!
no air conditioning, no internet
i can’t even listen to my music!
oh, i wanna go home…
[verse 1: mr. master]
h-llo muddah, h-llo faddah
here i am at camp granada!
moldy lunches, molten lava
grew me gills while i was swimmin’ with piranhas
y’all’re drownin’
y’all’re talkin’ like you know something about it
(what y’all know?)
i really doubt it!
(what y’all know?!)
i’m p-ssin’ fast now up magic mountain
how i’m feelin’ you can go ask my accountant (cha-ching)
i smoked some weed, went to sleep. that’s my weekend
i take my chicken with the grease and the seasonin’
oh, you can shake it all you wanna, girl
you’re not the one i’m lookin’ for (no, no, no)
so i’ma point you to the door (buh bye)
aquafina. (aquafina?)
bottled water (splash, splash, splash)
let it drip out (let it drip out)
from the faucet (from the faucet! skrt skrt!)
y’all ain’t have it (y’all ain’t have it)
i bet y’all want it (i bet y’all want it!)
they’re just jealous ‘cause we sell it at a profit
aye
i whip the gremlin. (what else?)
i tint the windows (ooo, okay!)
if it’s a party, (then what?)
i rent a limo (whippin rental, woo!)
i work at enron. (ask why)
i shred the info (imitating paper shredder)
guess that’s just something only me and all my friends know
okay well how you livin’? oh, fasho
how you get it? oh, fasho
brand new necklace. yeah, i see
brand new gremlin. yeah, i know
all these rappers keep on rappin’ ‘bout what’s happenin’ in my life
’cause they’re not satisfied with theirs. (ha!)
look, i ain’t posin’ for no flash. find me posted in the back
all these posers tryna hang like the poster with the cat (meow)
spilled that drink up in her lap. i don’t think she’ll hit me back
hit the gas and hit the gas. not too much or else we’ll crash
spent too many on the fendi. now i’m empty with the bag
new tuxedo. freshly fitted. have mayer hawthorne tell you that
i’m mayer hawthorne if he rapped. my collection’s still intact
action figures still in plastic and the comics still in wraps
i woke up early on my born day. bakin’, that’s the cali way
why would i be sadder? everyday feels like it’s sat-rday
why would i be madder if it doesn’t matter anyway?
just can’t ever catch a break
[outro: allen sherman]
wait a minute. it stopped hailing
guys are swimming. guys are sailing
playing baseball. gee, that’s better
muddah, fadduh, kindly disregard this letter
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