So let me just say this: if you’ve ever woken up in a hotel room half-naked, not quite sure how many people were in your bed the night before… this track gets you.
Drew Raine’s All Inclusive is a messy, sweaty, sexy little slice of vacation chaos wrapped up in a hypnotic R&B-dancehall beat. It’s cheeky. It’s ridiculous. It’s horny. And I am so here for it.
From the jump, we’re in island degenerate mode: “Wha happen inna D.R.… stays inna D.R. / Gyal sniff line off mi scar.” Like… excuse me? I nearly spit my drink. This skips right over escapism and dives headfirst into full-blown debauchery. Every verse is another stop on Drew’s bad decision vacation. He rattles them off like the slutty version of Kokomo: Lucia, Cuba, Cancun… each stop more scandalous than the last. “Three gyal, one get suture?” Damn!
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Drew’s falsetto glides over the beat like a shot sliding across a sticky poolside bar. The rhythm pulses slow, teasing your hips into that post-soca sway—when you’re tipsy, sunburnt, and about four cocktails past caring. It has Sean Paul energy with a Major Lazer smirk. But under the parody-pop gloss, there’s something genius about how perfectly it captures the exact feel of an all-inclusive resort, the kind where the buffets are endless, the rules don’t exist, and everyone’s a little too comfortable being bad.
What kills me is how Drew plays this with a straight face. “Mi socks deh pon, mi chain get tek / Mi wallet missing, mi nuh even vex.” It’s that walk-of-shame confidence. Like, yeah, I may have gotten robbed, but she was hot and the sex was good.
Verse two is even more out of pocket: “Mi seh mi come fi one, mi get lump sum / Room fulla gyal like dancehall drum.” Babe, if your idea of a vacation is a three-day orgy in a blackout suite, this is your soundtrack. And honestly? Respect.
And I love the bridge: “No phone, no snap, no post, no tag.” That line alone should be printed on every beach towel. We’ve all had a “What’s your name?” / “Problem” moment. I swear I have. Probably more than once.
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The brilliance here is how Drew balances satire with sex appeal. He knows he’s being over-the-top by poking fun at these cliché tourist flings, but at the same time, he’s making you want one. His accent is delicious and his wordplay is just absurd enough to make you listen twice.
And beyond the music, Drew’s a creative powerhouse. He’s not just the voice—he’s the vision. A designer, an artist, and now a pop provocateur who basically just made the Spring Breakers of dancehall tracks. You’re giggling at the madness, the next you’re two shots deep, whining in the mirror like you’re in a Drew Raine video.
So yeah. I’m putting All Inclusive on every beach playlist I own. For pool parties, resort hookups, boat days, post-hookup giggle fits—this one goes. And if your friends don’t get it? Lose them. This track is for the girls who party too hard, fuck who they want, and never say sorry… as long as they’re on vacation.
We are the vibe. Drew Raine just put it to music.
