Grown Man Slumber Party

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released May 20, 2014

All songs written and performed by The Vibe Prescribers
Produced and mixed by The Ref
Mastered by Carl Saff

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Track Name: Hot Girls
Chorus

I like hot girls
Girls

Verse (All)

I like hot girls, really really hot
How hot?
Too hot to trot
Great teeth and her Dad is nice to me
Scholarship, she goes to school for free
When we’re not together I really miss her
I practice on my pillow so I’m good when I kiss her
We spoon with each other when we take naps
She’s my perfect match
When I’m around her I get nervous
She fills my life with purpose
She’s got one of those angel faces
Plus she even bathes on a regular basis
She even loves the gospel
She volunteers at the local hospital
All my friends are jealous (back off assholes)
But I don’t hold it against them they’re really great guys

Chorus

Verse (All)

I like hot girls, hot girls are cool
How cool?
Too cool for school
Girls like good listeners
Sensitive guys who pick up the tab at dinners
Trustworthy, someone to rely on
Drinks in moderations, lets bygones be bygones
I’ll always open the door, and open the car door
When I’m behaving lazy I’ll try harder
Sharply-dressed, muscles, brawn
Clean-cut with a good cologne on
Tough guys who drive trucks
If you mess with them, they’ll kick your butt
In the bedroom, they take the lead
Sweep you off your feet, make you heavily breathe
Big hands and big feet, you know what that means
What else is big?

Chorus
Track Name: V-Neck
Chorus

Chillin’ in my v-neck tryna’ get my “d” wet

Verse (Wizard Lips)

I’m straight up chillin’ in my v-neck tryna’ get my “d” wet
Balls are turning blue tonight I gots to get my needs met
Fuck your crew neck, fuck your popped collar
I’m only rocking deep v’s and wish my dick was smaller
You can be my main bitch, my infatuation
You got me suffering from pre-mature ejaculation
Oh shit, see what I mean?
I just nutted all inside of my designer jeans

Chorus

Verse (The Ref)

Chillin’ in my v-neck tryna’ get my “d” wet
I’m inside, you outside in the back of the line
With no bitch depressed
I’m posted, like a post-it
I’m looking so good let me post this
Ladies love when my chest-hair show
No shit, it’s the fucking best dude
Uh like dude, I’m the fucking best dude
I talk about it cause I be about it don’t ya know?
About to turn this dry spell into an overflow

Chorus

Verse (Sgt. Love)
Chillin’ in my v-neck tryna’ get my “d” wet
Collar bone showing while she going on the defense
Bitch it ain’t no pretense I’m working on the weekends
Fucking the same girlies who asking you “Can’t we just be friends?”
Nah I get my penis, deeper than my “v” is
Pump from the gym and some balling ass Adidas
I’m tryna’ make a fetus
Taking all them needy bitches and teaching em’ where they knees is
Track Name: I Can Change
Chorus

Wanna change, need to change
But I’m kinda the same
Wanna change, need to change, try to change
But it turns out, I’m basically the same
Try to change, need to change, wanna change
But I’m more or less the same
Wanna change, need to change, gotta change
But I’m basically the same

Verse (The Ref)

I used to come over and swoop you in my Mom’s whip, yup
I was broke so I would take the money from the glove compartment
Sorry Mom
That fifty bucks was just enough for me to take you to Denny’s
Then pocket thirty-five dollars and tip the server in pennies
I’m a frugal mother-fucker
Is that the reason you left me?
Quit playin’, give me the truth
The closer I get to you the more I’m sayin’

Chorus

Wanna change, need to change
But I’m kinda the same
Wanna change, need to change, try to change
But it turns out, I’m basically the same
Try to change, need to change
But I’m probably going to stay the same
Wanna change, need to change, gotta change
But I’m basically the same

Verse (Sgt. Love)

I know I told you it’d be different
I was so rude and belligerent
That was back then, I was ignorant
I’ve been working real hard on expressing myself
So, give me another chance to hump you
And I’ll steal your heart girl, get it thumping
And we get in the bedroom start to coupling, fumbling
I’ll be your husband
And I know that time’s been cruel to ya
Wish I could highlight the past and edit undo for ya
But not a lot’s change round’ here
Same heart, same mind, same nice dick

Chorus

Wanna change, need to change
Tried to change but I’m probably the same
Wanna change, need to change, try to change
But I’m basically the same
Know I could change but I’m kinda the same
Yeah, I’m still the same
Wanna change, need to change, gotta change
But I’m basically the same

Verse (Wizard Lips)

Girl, thought you and me were destined
Then you caught me butt-naked with your best friend
Then you started feeling threatened
Probably because you saw me having sex with your best friend
But you should keep your head up shawty’
Cause I pictured your head on her body
See every time our hips were thrusting
Felt like our souls were touching
Girl I know it was scary to see
Me making love vicariously
But baby you know it’s true
Only fucked her to get closer to you
So let’s take it all back to before
The day you caught me on your friend’s back door
I care too much about you
And I promise I’ll never fuck another girls without you
Track Name: Millionaire (feat. Michael Jordan)
Verse (Wizard Lips)

I’m straight out the Hamptons born and raised
Collecting interest like I’m JP Morgan-Chase
My Dad’s a CFO at Sheraton
So when my parents die
I’m a have a baller ass inheritance
Shit, I got that trust fund money
I got that hundred G’s in my slush fund money
Cha-ching motherfucker I’m a rich kid
You ain’t gotta like it, but your bitch did
I went to private schools, on my private jet
I’m tryna’ find a honey who hasn’t seen my privates yet
I got diamonds in my semen
And my home videos are narrated by Morgan Freeman

Chorus

I’m a millionaire
Hair slick back, hand on my sack

Verse (The Ref)

Whippin’ in the Range Rove
Got maids on the payroll
I got a penthouse view, from a penthouse suite
With a penthouse bitch, from Penthouse magazine
See, I ain’t worried about the cost
I got money in the vault backed with gold
I got so much gold
I dive in it like the Duck Tales intro sequence
I’m draped in sequins
I could’ve bought the Dallas Mavericks
Or the Dallas Cowboys from Jerry Jones
But I just put in an offer to own the globe
I’m super important
I’m like Mike Jordan
I like Mike Jordan
I’ll Skype Mike Jordan
Fuck that, I’ll fight Mike Jordan
I’ll fucking end Mike Jordan
I am Mike Jordan
I fucking been Mike Jordan

Bridge (Wizard Lips)

You just witnessed the transformation
Of a boy to a man to a millionaire
Into mother fucking Michael Jordan
Supporting role in Space Jam (1995)
Best movie of my childhood
Bringing back strange feelings

Verse (Sgt. Love)

Just had all my germs removed
In my home clinic I hardly ever use
Profits so profuse
Time to scramble up them golden eggs
And roast a fucking golden-goose
Try and shoot, can’t score on my credit
Money so liquid I wet the bed with it
Millionaire tycoon
I’m like the ghost of Reagan and Ayn Rand in the same dude
My oil straight crude I’m gambling in foreign food
I’m way above the law
Catch me golfing in the fucking nude

Chorus
Track Name: Textin' & Drivin' (Swerve)
Verse (The Ref)

T.V.P. on that comeback tip
Like Timberlake, J.C., Lance, Joey and Chris
Co-sign that shit
I lip-sync some ‘N Sync
Flip to my front camera and Vine that shit
I got a Chipotle burrito
As I eat it I’m tweeting
Cause this Chipotle chicken burrito is fucking delicious
I’m missing stop signs, stop lights
Speeding in the school zones
Reckless
I let my thumbs do the talking when I’m

Chorus

Textin’ and drivin’
I’m always textin’ and drivin’
Swerve

Verse (Wizard Lips)

I got my girl with me
On the ride home
Her name Siri
She the apple of my iPhone
Catch me swerving in the hatchback
Hopping up and down the curb while I SnapChat
I ain’t concerned about the photo radar
But shit I’m streaming so much I might go over my data
Set my fantasy line-up
Yeah, we going to the Super Bowl
I ain’t distracted dude I got this shit on cruise-control

Chorus

Verse (Sgt. Love)

I’m driving while I’m texting
Swerving round’ pedestrians
Hoping Terry Gross gone pose another question
Auxiliary cable tangled round’ the gas pedal
Double-double animal style on my lap
Is starting to dribble a little
On my slacks, got a text back
So I text back real fast
I’m passing bitches left and right in my economy-sized sedan
Damn, catch me driving Route 66 taking dick pics
And FaceTiming chicks with fake tits

Chorus

I’m only texting when the motor’s on
Hashtag I don’t give no fuck
Winky face emoticon
Track Name: Jesus Came Inside of Me
Chorus

Jesus Christ came inside of me
Showed me how my inside oughta’ be
Taught me all the things that’s wrong with me
He will return he promised me

Verse (Wizard Lips, Sgt. Love)

Brothers and Sisters
My name is Gabriel
I got just the thing
If you’re looking to save your soul
Gabriel, Gabriel
Speak his word
Show us how the meek will inherit the Earth
Eat his body, drink his blood
Build an Arc to escape his flood
The rapture, the final battle with Satan
Don’t know about ya’ll but I’m tired of waiting

Chorus

Bridge

He gave sight to the blind (He did)
Turned water into wine (He did)
Saved mankind (he did)
He will bring the end of time (he will)

Verse (Wizard Lips, Sgt. Love)

Die faggots and burn in Hell
You Jews can to and Muslims as well
Adulterers, blasphemers
Those who are deaf to their pastors words
Those who don’t believe in the Afterworld
Will fry down in Hell like a casserole
Now Adam and Eve, that’s natural
It’s in the Holy book, that’s factual

Chorus
Track Name: Period (feat. Zai)
Chorus

As long as you get that period
As long as you get that period again, and again

Verse (Sgt. Love)

Almost made me wanna sing
When I saw that string sticking out
So white and clean, what a relief
Phew, knowing no miniature me be popping out of you
Anytime soon
Scared cause I blew all up in your who-who
Who the daddy? Me, no
Just a twenty-something rolling in the sheets
Til’ I find a warm hole
And I hope you know I won’t buy no pampers
But I’ll definitely buy them tampons
When you go through what you go
Help you meet your monthly goal
Help you with your breathing techniques
When I put it in your butthole
Cause every time that time of the month come round’
I’m proud as any father I know

Chorus

Verse (Wizard Lips)

Can’t believe you forgot to refill your prescription
For microgestin
Just like an Arizona Cardinal’s quarterback
Could’ve used some protection
Now I’m looking at the calendar stressing
Wondering why you ain’t PMSin’
Then we headed to the CVS tryna find a pregnancy test
When you finally got that flow
Like Progressive Auto Insurance
Saw you in your handbag reaching for a Tampax
I could understand that your ovaries hurting
To tell the truth, I don’t know if I could hold it down
If I saw a lil’ Wiz in the ultrasound
But now that you menstruating
We can go on dating, baby

Chorus

Verse (The Ref)

Netflix, no stressing
Cause now I’m sitting in the best spot
It was late like a half of a day
But she called me to say that she got that red box
Just pick one when the mood is strong
I never understood why you took so long
Cause we always fuck while the movie’s on
So whats it matter what movie’s on?
Booty uh, boobies uh
That moment was precious
Only lasted four seconds
But you got that ass that got me asking for seconds
Let me get another plate
And you can be up on your way, baby
Track Name: Grown Man Slumber Party (feat. Carly Kastner)
Chorus

Grown man slumber party
Three grown men spending the night at the
Grown man slumber party
Three grown ass men having a slumber party

Verse (All)

This is the best conference call I’ve ever taken before
And guess what? (What?)
I just got to the store
Did you remember the checklist?
If you didn’t, I’ll text it
Yeah I got it a twelve-pack of Pepsi Cola and Chex Mix
Chocolate cinnamon straws, a gallon of milk, and some Nesquik
Give me them Cap’n Crunch Berries and some Eggos for breakfast
I’ll be there in a second
I’ll be there in a hurry
Just got to stop and get Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey

Chorus

Grown man slumber party
Three grown men getting supplies for the
Grown man slumber party
Pack and overnight bag and head to the slumber party

Verse (All)

Welcome to my home, let’s get it started
What we got planned in the fun department?
Nintendo Gamecube, basic cable, bunch of junk-food on the kitchen table
Got a great tale on VHS, two dogs and a cat
Won’t spoil the rest
A big trampoline with a safety net and porn
Jumping on the tramp with some raging wood
(And listening to Jock Jams)
Pepsi Cola really tasting good
(Especially on the rocks man)
Fruit by the Foot, Ritz Bitz, Dunkaroos, Capri-Sun pouches
Dressed-up, blacked out
Hit the streets T.P. some houses

Chorus

Grown man slumber party
Three grown men sneaking out after curfew
Grown man slumber party
Three grown ass men who technically don’t have a curfew

Verse (All)

Headed outside with the Charmin Ultra
Saturday night fever like John Travolta
Chucking rolls, doing tuck and rolls
Misdemeanors, man fuck the po’s
Let’s raise the stakes start doorbell ditching
Breaking, entering, flooding kitchens
Plant a virus on the home computer
Steal the keys to the PT Cruiser
Going thrity-five in a residential
This slumber party’s got new potential
New essentials, nicotine, air-soft guns and gasoline
Kidnap a bum, interrogate him
Smell like shit, wash him, bathe him
Now we got a hostage, gotta be cautious
Fuck it let’s kill him
Cut our losses

Chorus

Grown man slumber party
Three grown men losing touch with reality
Grown man slumber party
Three grown ass men committing pre-meditated murder
And then robbing a Payless Shoe Store
And then grieving the loss of a transient

Grown man slumber party
Getting drunk at a titty bar and fighting the bouncer
Grown man slumber party
Doing whiskey, cocaine, Xanax and mushrooms

Grown man slumber party
Robo-tripping and starting a brush fire
Grown man slumber party
Smoking forty-x Salvia and speaking in fluid Klingon

Grown man slumber party
I just shit my pants and I’m jerking off in the front yard
Looks like the cops are pulling up in the driveway
I didn’t think this would be my last grown man slumber party

Old man slumber party
All my best friends are dying

Dead man slumber party
Being creepy through the Ouija board at little boys slumber partys’

Living in a haunted graveyard
That the demolition team just turned into a school yard

Reincarnation
Into a little school boy who’s invited to a slumber party

It was an old man, to a dead man, to a little boy
To a grown man slumber party

I asked my mom, and she said, “Yes”
If I could sleep over at my friends
Parents just don’t understand

They don’t understand
Parents just don’t understand

Yeah, put your hands together
If you’ve ever felt what it’s like to be alone
To be misunderstood
To never have any of the fucking answers
Alright, thank you so much
We wrote this song about a slumber party