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FLATBUSH ZOMBiES - Vacation ft. Joey Bada$$ (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Bada$$
Joey Bada$$
Vocals
Erick the Architect
Erick the Architect
Vocals
Meechy Darko
Meechy Darko
Vocals
Zombie Juice
Zombie Juice
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Maurice Carpenter
Maurice Carpenter
Songwriter
Leigh Elliott
Leigh Elliott
Songwriter
Lenny Mollings
Lenny Mollings
Songwriter
Johnny Mollings
Johnny Mollings
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Erick the Architect
Erick the Architect
Producer
Tyler Dopps
Tyler Dopps
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Vacay
Vacay
Vacay
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't sweat a text, my life is a text
Takes a little effort, makes a lot of stress
'Posed to be this way, who could lead the way?
Them shades a couple K's, we don't see the same
Do I need a name? Do we flee from fame?
Now that's a cold case Hennessy the same
You 'posed to be the king, let me see your wings
Spread the gospel goal and let freedom ring
[Chorus]
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
You wanna ride, you need a spaceship
Aye, baby, don't get impatient, no
Gotta hustle till you make it, Lord
Yeah, I swear it's so amazin'
[Verse 2]
Yeah, cruisin' in my own lane, had to take the scenic route
My reality is what most you **** dream about
Fake **** only ride for you when they need the clout
But leave your ass for dead when you 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, are you still takin' orders?
They ain't wanna pay attention, now they can't afford us, yeah
I made a million 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 fuck the cops, uh, I'm posted on the block like Giannis
I promise, they call me Mr. Brooklyn's Finest
I'm feelin' like I'm Yeezy with the shudder shades
Can't tell me nothin' in my stuntin' phase
Wait till all those hundreds made
[Chorus]
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
You wanna ride, you need a spaceship
Aye, baby, don't get impatient, no
Gotta hustle till you make it, Lord
Yeah, I swear it's so amazin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
I just got back from Australia
Wildin' out, gettin' double mouth like an alien
Zombie Gang, Gang, Gang, can't say it once
Who wanna bang, bang, bang? I'm Pops Wayans', cuz
Got a blade on my tongue, dirty nine on my side
Ratchet from overseas, mail order bride
I'm the shit like my mama gave birth out her asshole
Ammunition wrapped around my body like Rambo
Shoutout to my main chick, side chick and mistress
Same shit, love you, girl, just handle your 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 probably the realest **** to climb out a vagina
Now does that sound like a good vacation or am I wildin'?
[Chorus]
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
You wanna ride, you need a spaceship
Aye, baby, don't get impatient, no
Gotta hustle till you make it, Lord
Yeah, I swear it's so amazin'
Written by: Erick Elliott, Antonio Lewis, Dimitri Simms, Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott
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