Family Vacation Jack Harlow

[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Ever since sixth grade, all the other kids say
That I'm such a bitch-made, wannabe, renaissance man (Uh)
But my shit bangs, all I do is spit flames on 'em
Like get it, hot damn, yo, that kid is not playin' (Not playin')
I dream about a place where the lights dim down (Dim down)
And when they all treat me like a white Chris Brown (Chris Brown)
They wasn't big on me, but I might fit now (Fit now)
I grew up just a little and they like my style (Yeah they do)
But I think that that's a ways away
It's gonna be a little while 'fore I make it rain
I came to play, but I'm still all business
And I ain't tryna slow down and wait until y'all get it (Y'all get it)
I'm on my grizz like Tony Allen
And I'm the shizz from Sactown to Coney Island
Make 'em open eyelids, 'cause they know I'm wildin'
And even when it gets tense, I ain't showin' violence

[Chorus]
Tell me why this life's so swell
And this beat's got the vibe of a nice hotel (Nice hotel)
I'm in a lobby sippin' hot chocolate
People watchin' while I'm sittin' there just not talkin'
It's November in Michigan and this family vacation feels more like imprisonment
But I know it's all gonna be nostalgia soon
And when I look back, I can say I called it, too