Who Sang Vacation? Flatbush ZOMBiES feat. Joey Bada$$

Joey Bada$$ Vacation in Hell cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2018-4-6
length: 3:57
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Lyrics
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 *****s dream about
Fake *****s only ride for you when they need the clout
But leave your *** 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, ***** 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 **** 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 **** like my momma gave birth out her *******
Ammunition, wrapped around my body like Rambo
Shout out to my main chick, side chick and mistress
Same ****, 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 ***** 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'

Tracklist
Digital Media 1
  • 1 HELL-O
  • 2 Chunky
  • 3 Vacation
  • 4 M. Bison
  • 5 Headstone
  • 6 Big Shrimp
  • 7 Leather Symphony
  • 8 Reel Girls
  • 9 Facts
  • 10 Ask Courtney
  • 11 Crown
  • 12 Proxies
  • 13 U&I
  • 14 The Goddess
  • 15 Trapped
  • 16 Best American
  • 17 Misunderstood
  • 18 YouAreMySunshine
  • 19 The Glory

  • Release information
    label: Glorious Dead Recordings
    country(area): United States
    format: Digital Media
    script: Latin