Текст Qveen Herby – Holiday

I need a holiday
I been goin’ hard like there’s somethin’ wrong with me
Book a flight for Miami, day
I’ll lay around by the beach naked

Now, I’ve been movin’ like a train all week
All this strugglin’, took a toll on me (toll on me)
I put the Hennessy bag in the freezer
I could use, like, a ten day breather
I’m freakin’ out but it ain’t that deep
Ah, a couple people tried to fuck with’ me (fuck with’ me)
I wished a neighbor was struck by lightnin’ (ah, yeah)
Lost my zen and I need to find it

(I, I, I need to find it)
(I, I, I, I’m an island)
I might get lost in the groove
Put on my grass skirt and hula
(I, I, I like to pull up)
(I, I, I, hallelujah)
All trouble gone with the breeze
Sing it with’ me, if you agree

I need a holiday
I been goin’ hard like there’s somethin’ wrong with me
Book a flight for Miami, day
I’ll lay around by the beach naked
Sip on my favorite thing
Ooh, somebody come do a back massage for me

My sanity called
Said, «I had identity fraud.»
Said, «I should cancel all my plans
And I’ll mail you a card.»
Only, I don’t know when I can get out of the city (aye)
I got no fucks to give
You know I’ve been too fuckin’ busy (oh)
I want to roll up in the sand
Catch a wave and get a tan
Fall asleep, wake up, and do it all again
Pick my battle, now, I need to fight it
Lost my zen and I need to
(Find it)

(I, I, I need to find it)
(I, I, I, I’m an island)
I might get lost in the groove
Put on my grass skirt and hula
(I, I, I like to pull up)
(I, I, I, hallelujah)
All trouble gone with the breeze
Sing it with’ me, if you agree

I need a holiday
I been goin’ hard like there’s somethin’ wrong with me
Book a flight for Miami, day (yeah)
I’ll lay around by the beach naked (yeah)
Sip on my favorite thing
Ooh, somebody come do a back massage for me (for me, for me, for me)
Aye, aye, aye, aye

I need a holiday (holiday-ay-ay)
I been goin’ hard like there’s somethin’ wrong with me (yeah)
Book a flight for Miami, day (alright)
I’ll lay around by the beach naked (oh, naked)
Sip on my favorite thing (ohhh-oohhh)
Ooh, somebody come do a back massage for me
Sunshine, water ripplin’ (woo!)
It’s what I need is a holiday

Need a holiday, need a holiday
I’ve been goin’ hard like there’s something wrong with me
Give me one, give me one of them baby

I need a holiday
I’ve been goin’ hard like there’s something wrong with me