Vacation
Joey Bada$$, Flatbush Zombies
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Vacay! Vacay! Vacay! Yeah, yeah I don't sweat her texts (no) my life is a test (test, yeah) Takes a little effort (effort) makes a lot of stress (uh huh, stress) Supposed to be this way (way) who could lead the way? (way) Them shades a couple K's (K's) we don't see the same (Uh-huh) Do I need a name? (fame) Do we flee from fame (name) Now that's a cold case (case) and I see the same (same) You're supposed to be the king (king) let me see your wings (wings) Spread the gospel goal (goal) and let freedom ring I swear it's so amazin' I swear it's so amazin' Yeah I feel like on vacation They wanna be me, I ain't dead yet, no If you wanna ride you need a spaceship Ay baby, don't get impatient, no Gotta hustle 'til you make it, Lord Yeah, I swear it's so amazin' Yeah, cruising in my own lane, had to take the scenic route My reality is what most you niggas dream about Fake niggas only ride for you when they need the clout But leave your ass for dead when you’re bleedin' out Look, but blood thicker than water, that’s word to my daughter This year is where I had to draw up all of my borders I’m bossed up, I used to take their orders They ain't wanna pay attention now they can’t afford us, yeah I made a milli' in the first quarter on the hush, yeah Plus this my Jordan year, bitch I’m just warmin' up, yeah I ain't in a rush, that's just, my adrenaline flowin' I drop the top just so they can see the melanin glowin' Like f*ck the cops, uh, posted on the block like Giannis I promise, they call me Mr. Brooklyn’s Finest I’m, feelin' like I’m Yeezy with the shutter shades Can’t tell me nothing, in my stuntin' phase, wait 'til all them hunnids made I swear it's so amazin' I swear it's so amazin' Yeah I feel like on vacation They wanna be me, I ain't dead yet, no If you wanna ride you need a spaceship Ay baby, don't get impatient, no Gotta hustle 'til you make it, Lord Yeah, I swear it's so amazin' Yeah, yeah, yeah I just got back from Australia Wildin' out, getting double, my la familia Zombie Gang, Gang, Gang, can't say a word Who wanna bang, bang, bang? I'm Pops Wayans' cuz Got a blade on my tongue, dirty nine on my side Ratchet from over seas, mail order bride I'm the shit like my momma gave birth out her asshole Ammunition, wrapped around my body like Rambo Shout out to my main chick, side chick and mistress Same shit, love you girl, just handle yo business Got blood on my Fendi joggers, watch me mix-match designer I just wanna spend 4/20 with Rihanna Throw her over my shoulder then bring her back to my island Then put her legs over my head like a Hurricanrana I'm prolly the realest nigga to climb out a vagina (too real) Now does that sound like a good vacation or am I wildin'? I swear it's so amazin' I swear it's so amazin' Yeah I feel like on vacation They wanna be me, I ain't dead yet, no If you wanna ride you need a spaceship Ay baby, don't get impatient, no Gotta hustle 'til you make it, Lord Yeah, I swear it's so amazin'
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Written by: Dimitri Simms, Antonio Lewis, Erick Elliott, Jacques Webster
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