Testo Never Ending Hoilday

Seem's theres always something to be done But at the same time, there's nothing to do Bored out of my mind and yet procrastinating like i have no life Maybe i don't Why Do i do those things There's just no point, But that's beside the point that i'm just lazy Why Don't i do those things That seems to have a point, That are pointless to avoid Slacker is my true name when it comes to getting my work done But i'm not done having my fun People on my case day and night, but it's my fault, and that's not right That's not right...why fight? Always on a never-ending hoilday My life is a never-ending hoilday I don't work and i just play But now i found, to my dismay, There's nothing as a never-ending hoilday