Drake - Certified Lover Boy Lyrics
Champagne Poetry
I love you, I love you, I love you
+
I love you, I love you, I love you
+
Until I find a way, the only words I know that you
+
I been hot since the birth of my son
+
I remain unfazed, trust, worse has been done
+
Man, f*ck evaluation, show me personal funds
+
It's the pretty boys versus the petty boys
+
Sold that already, got a whole new set of toys
+
Shit is so surreal, Drizzy Drake, you better enjoy
+
Nothing else bigger than the OVO letterman boys
+
Cashmere knits for the nighttime boat rides
+
Oli got the first edition parked up roadside
+
The only sign of strugglin' is coming from those guys
+
I'm tryna just relate what I can see through my own eyes
+
And nothin' tell the truth like the eyes will
+
Lived so much for others don't remember how I feel
+
Friends in high places and friends that I hide still
+
Still managed to moonwalk straight through a minefield
+
And then I'll come back to tell you how that feels (the only words I know that you)
+
Built this house for us all, pain in my back still
+
You niggas gassed up, you couldn't pay the (until I, until I)
+
I love you, I love you, I love you
+
I love you, I love you, I love you
+
Until I find a way, the only words I know that you
+
Champagne poetry, these are the effortless flows
+
Supposedly something else is controlling me
+
Under our pictures lives some of the greatest quotes from me
+
Under me I see all the people that claim they over me
+
And above me I see nobody
+
I'd have to be dead for them to say that you took it from me
+
The twenty percent of you that we own is my Tootsie's money
+
Nigga, I'm wilding with your bread, you owe it to me
+
CJ grab racks out the bag and throw it to me
+
They don't want a problem with the boy, but it's goin' to be
+
Trust in my brothers is as strong as I know it should be
+
Future sign the contracts, he don't even show it to me
+
I don't have to second-guess nothing with no one I love
+
'Bout to build a second guest house 'cause we growing too much
+
Think I gotta scale the love back 'cause
+
I need you, I need you, I need you
+
Until I do, I'm hoping you will know what I mean
+
The city's on fire and people are in denial
+
Charges being laid, but we'll see what they do at trial
+
I'm calling this shit from now
+
Sweetheart deals that the judges been handing down
+
I haven't been able to see family for a while
+
That shit is wearin' me out
+
I used to hide my pain in Delilah behind the bar 'til my niggas carried me out
+
And if money's all I need in my grave, then bury me now
+
I know I tend to talk about how I got a fortune on me
+
But with that comes the politics the city been forcing on me
+
Man, I can't even RIP and show my remorse to the homie
+
Know I carry the guilt of the city's misfortunes on me
+
I even got the cleanin' staff plotting extortion on me
+
My parents divorce is on me
+
My therapist's voice is making the choices for me
+
And I always censor myself 'cause no matter what, they reporting on me
+
The pressure is weighin' on me
+
Career is going great, but now the rest of me is fading slowly
+
My soulmate is somewhere out in the world just waiting on me
+
My chef got the recipe for disaster baking slowly
+
My heart feel vacant and lonely, but still
+
I'm makin' the most of this shit and more
+
Every single move is like rolling dice on the board
+
Seen too many brothers get twenty-five from the boys
+
I'd rather see all of 'em get twenty-five from the Lord
+
And if the last negotiation made you pay me twenty-five
+
Well this is the perfect time to give me twenty-five more
+
I'm bigger now than before
+
Co-parent of the year, we figured out a rapport
+
No fair what Drizzy made on the second leg of the tour
+
How can anybody tell you the truth when they misinformed?
+
How the niggas turnin' up with you turned you in for rewards?
+
How the f- do we manage to win everything but awards?
+
Windows of opportunity let me go through the doors
+
This the part where I don't ever say "Pardon me" anymore
+
This the part where I'ma find a new part of me to explore
+
This the part where all my partners know what we in it for
+
This the part where we gon' throw us a party after the war
+
And if the last negotiation had you feeling out of pocket
+
Well this is perfect time that I empty them shits for sure
+
You owe that shit to the boy, yeah
+
I love you, I love you, I love you
+
I need to make you, ooh
+
We currently do not have these lyrics in English.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics in English.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
I love you, I love you, I love you
+
I love you, I love you, I love you
+
Until I find a way, the only words I know that you
+
I been hot since the birth of my son
+
I remain unfazed, trust, worse has been done
+
Man, f*ck evaluation, show me personal funds
+
It's the pretty boys versus the petty boys
+
Sold that already, got a whole new set of toys
+
Shit is so surreal, Drizzy Drake, you better enjoy
+
Nothing else bigger than the OVO letterman boys
+
Cashmere knits for the nighttime boat rides
+
Oli got the first edition parked up roadside
+
The only sign of strugglin' is coming from those guys
+
I'm tryna just relate what I can see through my own eyes
+
And nothin' tell the truth like the eyes will
+
Lived so much for others don't remember how I feel
+
Friends in high places and friends that I hide still
+
Still managed to moonwalk straight through a minefield
+
And then I'll come back to tell you how that feels (the only words I know that you)
+
Built this house for us all, pain in my back still
+
You niggas gassed up, you couldn't pay the (until I, until I)
+
I love you, I love you, I love you
+
I love you, I love you, I love you
+
Until I find a way, the only words I know that you
+
Champagne poetry, these are the effortless flows
+
Supposedly something else is controlling me
+
Under our pictures lives some of the greatest quotes from me
+
Under me I see all the people that claim they over me
+
And above me I see nobody
+
I'd have to be dead for them to say that you took it from me
+
The twenty percent of you that we own is my Tootsie's money
+
Nigga, I'm wilding with your bread, you owe it to me
+
CJ grab racks out the bag and throw it to me
+
They don't want a problem with the boy, but it's goin' to be
+
Trust in my brothers is as strong as I know it should be
+
Future sign the contracts, he don't even show it to me
+
I don't have to second-guess nothing with no one I love
+
'Bout to build a second guest house 'cause we growing too much
+
Think I gotta scale the love back 'cause
+
I need you, I need you, I need you
+
Until I do, I'm hoping you will know what I mean
+
The city's on fire and people are in denial
+
Charges being laid, but we'll see what they do at trial
+
I'm calling this shit from now
+
Sweetheart deals that the judges been handing down
+
I haven't been able to see family for a while
+
That shit is wearin' me out
+
I used to hide my pain in Delilah behind the bar 'til my niggas carried me out
+
And if money's all I need in my grave, then bury me now
+
I know I tend to talk about how I got a fortune on me
+
But with that comes the politics the city been forcing on me
+
Man, I can't even RIP and show my remorse to the homie
+
Know I carry the guilt of the city's misfortunes on me
+
I even got the cleanin' staff plotting extortion on me
+
My parents divorce is on me
+
My therapist's voice is making the choices for me
+
And I always censor myself 'cause no matter what, they reporting on me
+
The pressure is weighin' on me
+
Career is going great, but now the rest of me is fading slowly
+
My soulmate is somewhere out in the world just waiting on me
+
My chef got the recipe for disaster baking slowly
+
My heart feel vacant and lonely, but still
+
I'm makin' the most of this shit and more
+
Every single move is like rolling dice on the board
+
Seen too many brothers get twenty-five from the boys
+
I'd rather see all of 'em get twenty-five from the Lord
+
And if the last negotiation made you pay me twenty-five
+
Well this is the perfect time to give me twenty-five more
+
I'm bigger now than before
+
Co-parent of the year, we figured out a rapport
+
No fair what Drizzy made on the second leg of the tour
+
How can anybody tell you the truth when they misinformed?
+
How the niggas turnin' up with you turned you in for rewards?
+
How the f- do we manage to win everything but awards?
+
Windows of opportunity let me go through the doors
+
This the part where I don't ever say "Pardon me" anymore
+
This the part where I'ma find a new part of me to explore
+
This the part where all my partners know what we in it for
+
This the part where we gon' throw us a party after the war
+
And if the last negotiation had you feeling out of pocket
+
Well this is perfect time that I empty them shits for sure
+
You owe that shit to the boy, yeah
+
I love you, I love you, I love you
+
I need to make you, ooh
+
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Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Jean Andre Lawrence, John Lennon, Gabriel Jr. Hardeman, Maneesh Bidaye, Micah Davis, Noah James Shebib, Oliver Tarek El-Khatib, Paul McCartney
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing
Papis Home
(I know that I hurt you)
+
(I was a child trying to be a man)
+
To all my sons worldwide
+
(I walked out on my only son)
+
(I left you in your mother's hands)
+
I apologize for my absence, I know I left you without a name to drop
+
(And now I'm standing right here)
+
I don't know how I expected you to get your clout up and get your money up, but
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(With tears, with tears streaming from my eyes)
+
(See your mother raised a fine young man)
+
(And I know I missed so much of your life)
+
Niggas know they need to stop
+
I'm standing at the top, that's how I know you never seen the top
+
Sierra Canyon parking lot lookin' like Magic City parking lot
+
Hear the talks when I walk by like you know it's over when we drop
+
Yeah, and I'm coming with the wop
+
Y'all niggas not poppin'
+
F*ck her, then she goin' shoppin'
+
Whoa, I'm runnin' out of opps
+
They're runnin' out of options
+
Put 'em up for adoption
+
Sign my name on the dot
+
Ayy, this is not luck, baby, this no four-leaf, no horseshoe
+
I'm in the bank thinkin', "Poor you"
+
I'm in New York goin' Jon Chetrit
+
Supermodels and they all sexy
+
Lock the door to the bathroom 'cause they doin' something that is not Pepsi
+
I'm just pourin' up the shots
+
I remember that I told you I miss you, that was kinda like a mass text
+
I remember that I told I loved you, that was really in the past tense
+
I remember that I told you I get your true fears, that I get around
+
Mentioned havin' us a kid, 42 hit, I tend to kid around
+
Yeah, on Benedict with the top down
+
Shorties out here gettin' knocked down
+
City coming off a lockdown
+
Rap niggas doing weak features for a pop artist 'cause they popped down
+
Used to wanna throw the Roc up, niggas know how I rock now
+
You know how I'm rocking now
+
Big owl, big birds forever
+
Don't make me go get your mama to talk to you
+
'Cause if he gotta get your motherf*ckin' mama to talk to you
+
You know what I'm sayin', I'ma bring that motherf*ckin' big switch out
+
At this point, I'ma start collectin' child support the opposite way
+
You gotta pay me to keep my motherf*ckin' son, hahahaha
+
(Take a real good look at me)
+
(Don't you turn away like I did my son)
+
Look me in the eyes, junior
+
(I'm making no more promises)
+
I'm trying to find the word to say
+
Daddy's home (don't you know)
+
Daddy's home (said, your daddy's back home)
+
Daddy's home (for every birthday that I missed)
+
We've got to start all over, be friends (start right here, right now)
+
If you wanna be my dad again (said, my only son)
+
We've got to start all over, be friends (can you look at me?)
+
Something's happened to me, bro
+
We currently do not have these lyrics in English.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics in .
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
(I know that I hurt you)
+
(I was a child trying to be a man)
+
To all my sons worldwide
+
(I walked out on my only son)
+
(I left you in your mother's hands)
+
I apologize for my absence, I know I left you without a name to drop
+
(And now I'm standing right here)
+
I don't know how I expected you to get your clout up and get your money up, but
+
(With tears, with tears streaming from my eyes)
+
(See your mother raised a fine young man)
+
(And I know I missed so much of your life)
+
Niggas know they need to stop
+
I'm standing at the top, that's how I know you never seen the top
+
Sierra Canyon parking lot lookin' like Magic City parking lot
+
Hear the talks when I walk by like you know it's over when we drop
+
Yeah, and I'm coming with the wop
+
Y'all niggas not poppin'
+
F*ck her, then she goin' shoppin'
+
Whoa, I'm runnin' out of opps
+
They're runnin' out of options
+
Put 'em up for adoption
+
Sign my name on the dot
+
Ayy, this is not luck, baby, this no four-leaf, no horseshoe
+
I'm in the bank thinkin', "Poor you"
+
I'm in New York goin' Jon Chetrit
+
Supermodels and they all sexy
+
Lock the door to the bathroom 'cause they doin' something that is not Pepsi
+
I'm just pourin' up the shots
+
I remember that I told you I miss you, that was kinda like a mass text
+
I remember that I told I loved you, that was really in the past tense
+
I remember that I told you I get your true fears, that I get around
+
Mentioned havin' us a kid, 42 hit, I tend to kid around
+
Yeah, on Benedict with the top down
+
Shorties out here gettin' knocked down
+
City coming off a lockdown
+
Rap niggas doing weak features for a pop artist 'cause they popped down
+
Used to wanna throw the Roc up, niggas know how I rock now
+
You know how I'm rocking now
+
Big owl, big birds forever
+
Don't make me go get your mama to talk to you
+
'Cause if he gotta get your motherf*ckin' mama to talk to you
+
You know what I'm sayin', I'ma bring that motherf*ckin' big switch out
+
At this point, I'ma start collectin' child support the opposite way
+
You gotta pay me to keep my motherf*ckin' son, hahahaha
+
(Take a real good look at me)
+
(Don't you turn away like I did my son)
+
Look me in the eyes, junior
+
(I'm making no more promises)
+
I'm trying to find the word to say
+
Daddy's home (don't you know)
+
Daddy's home (said, your daddy's back home)
+
Daddy's home (for every birthday that I missed)
+
We've got to start all over, be friends (start right here, right now)
+
If you wanna be my dad again (said, my only son)
+
We've got to start all over, be friends (can you look at me?)
+
Something's happened to me, bro
+
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Writer: Anthony Crawford, Aubrey Graham, Jarrel Young, Jonathan Demario Priester, Mark Borino, Montell Jordan, Oriyomi Ojelade, Raynford Humphrey
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Girls Want Girls
Starin' at your dress 'cause it's see through
+
Yeah, talkin' all the shit that you done been through
+
Yeah, say that you a lesbian, girl, me too
+
Ayy, girls want girls where I'm from
+
Wait, whoa, yeah, girls want girls
+
Whoa, yeah, whoa, yeah, girls want girls where I'm from
+
Oh, yeah, yeah, girls want girls where
+
Ayy, whoa, girls want girls where I'm from, ayy
+
Cannot play a player, bae
+
I grew up with Drea faith
+
I done seen the realest ones come and leave a crazy way
+
Had to take my spot, it wasn't somethin' they just gave away
+
Sorry to all my fans that might've caught me on a crazy day
+
F*ck you niggas thinkin' tryna block me on a fadeaway?
+
I've been on that shit, I only vibe with a payday
+
Say you go that way, I guess we both go the same way
+
Girls want girls where I'm from
+
Yeah, yeah, where we both from
+
Ayy, and you just got to Miami, need hotel rooms
+
Niggas told you that they love you, but they fell through
+
So you shop in 42 'cause you
+
Ayy, and you throwin' on that dress 'cause it's see through
+
Yeah, talkin' all the shit that you done been through
+
Yeah, textin' me and say, "I need to see you"
+
I don't know (I don't know)
+
I might come, I might go, I don't know (I don't know)
+
I might come, I might go, I don't know
+
Starin' at your dress 'cause it's see through
+
Yeah, talkin' all the shit that you done been through
+
Yeah, say that you a lesbian, girl, me too
+
Ayy, girls want girls where I'm from
+
Wait, yeah, whoa, girls want girls where
+
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, girls want girls where I'm from
+
Oh, yeah, yeah, girls want girls where
+
Ayy, yeah, girls want girls where I'm from
+
My girl got a girlfriend
+
Ain't tryna be out of shape, well, stay up on them curls then
+
If gym don't work, get surgery
+
I'll pay for that, my courtesy
+
Can't imagine no bitch curvin' me
+
I put in that work overly
+
And I got two pretty bitches, keep 'em both on fleek
+
They got matching Benz and matching APs
+
Now they can really call each other twins
+
I'm cool with all the owners, they love me, so they gon' let us in
+
And bring all of your peers, it look better with more people
+
We got 1942, Casamigos, it's getting heated
+
They gotta follow us in the Uber, my car filled up with shooters
+
It be lights, camera, action when you with us, it's a movie
+
I don't drive my coupe to house parties, I'm tryna leave with two of 'em
+
Yeah, don't nobody know the shit that we do
+
She like eating pussy, I'm like, "Me too"
+
I can't wait to get off work to go and see you
+
Please bring your girlfriend along with you
+
Y'all been on my mind too much, like what the f*ck is wrong with me?
+
She said it's somethin' about the way your girl just makes her feel
+
Whatever you've been dreamin' 'bout, I swear to make it real
+
Just run around the town with me
+
Then come lay down with me
+
I don't know (I don't know)
+
I might come, I might go, I don't know (I don't know, I don't know)
+
I might come, I might go, I don't know
+
Starin' at your dress 'cause it's see through
+
Yeah, talkin' all the shit that you done been through
+
Yeah, say that you a lesbian, girl, me too
+
Ayy, girls want girls where I'm from
+
Wait, whoa, yeah, girls want girls
+
Whoa, yeah, whoa, yeah, girls want girls where I'm from
+
Oh, yeah, yeah, girls want girls where
+
Yeah, whoa, girls want girls where I'm from
+
But I know you wanna roll with the gang
+
And I know you want the finest of things
+
Askin' me about settlin' down 'cause you know that things are going my way
+
We currently do not have these lyrics in English.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics in English.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
Starin' at your dress 'cause it's see through
+
Yeah, talkin' all the shit that you done been through
+
Yeah, say that you a lesbian, girl, me too
+
Ayy, girls want girls where I'm from
+
Wait, whoa, yeah, girls want girls
+
Whoa, yeah, whoa, yeah, girls want girls where I'm from
+
Oh, yeah, yeah, girls want girls where
+
Ayy, whoa, girls want girls where I'm from, ayy
+
Cannot play a player, bae
+
I grew up with Drea faith
+
I done seen the realest ones come and leave a crazy way
+
Had to take my spot, it wasn't somethin' they just gave away
+
Sorry to all my fans that might've caught me on a crazy day
+
F*ck you niggas thinkin' tryna block me on a fadeaway?
+
I've been on that shit, I only vibe with a payday
+
Say you go that way, I guess we both go the same way
+
Girls want girls where I'm from
+
Yeah, yeah, where we both from
+
Ayy, and you just got to Miami, need hotel rooms
+
Niggas told you that they love you, but they fell through
+
So you shop in 42 'cause you
+
Ayy, and you throwin' on that dress 'cause it's see through
+
Yeah, talkin' all the shit that you done been through
+
Yeah, textin' me and say, "I need to see you"
+
I don't know (I don't know)
+
I might come, I might go, I don't know (I don't know)
+
I might come, I might go, I don't know
+
Starin' at your dress 'cause it's see through
+
Yeah, talkin' all the shit that you done been through
+
Yeah, say that you a lesbian, girl, me too
+
Ayy, girls want girls where I'm from
+
Wait, yeah, whoa, girls want girls where
+
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, girls want girls where I'm from
+
Oh, yeah, yeah, girls want girls where
+
Ayy, yeah, girls want girls where I'm from
+
My girl got a girlfriend
+
Ain't tryna be out of shape, well, stay up on them curls then
+
If gym don't work, get surgery
+
I'll pay for that, my courtesy
+
Can't imagine no bitch curvin' me
+
I put in that work overly
+
And I got two pretty bitches, keep 'em both on fleek
+
They got matching Benz and matching APs
+
Now they can really call each other twins
+
I'm cool with all the owners, they love me, so they gon' let us in
+
And bring all of your peers, it look better with more people
+
We got 1942, Casamigos, it's getting heated
+
They gotta follow us in the Uber, my car filled up with shooters
+
It be lights, camera, action when you with us, it's a movie
+
I don't drive my coupe to house parties, I'm tryna leave with two of 'em
+
Yeah, don't nobody know the shit that we do
+
She like eating pussy, I'm like, "Me too"
+
I can't wait to get off work to go and see you
+
Please bring your girlfriend along with you
+
Y'all been on my mind too much, like what the f*ck is wrong with me?
+
She said it's somethin' about the way your girl just makes her feel
+
Whatever you've been dreamin' 'bout, I swear to make it real
+
Just run around the town with me
+
Then come lay down with me
+
I don't know (I don't know)
+
I might come, I might go, I don't know (I don't know, I don't know)
+
I might come, I might go, I don't know
+
Starin' at your dress 'cause it's see through
+
Yeah, talkin' all the shit that you done been through
+
Yeah, say that you a lesbian, girl, me too
+
Ayy, girls want girls where I'm from
+
Wait, whoa, yeah, girls want girls
+
Whoa, yeah, whoa, yeah, girls want girls where I'm from
+
Oh, yeah, yeah, girls want girls where
+
Yeah, whoa, girls want girls where I'm from
+
But I know you wanna roll with the gang
+
And I know you want the finest of things
+
Askin' me about settlin' down 'cause you know that things are going my way
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham, Dominique Jones, Mathias Daniel Liyew, Ozan Yildrim
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
In the Bible
Countin' up my bodies, damn, the things just start to pile
+
Judge me how you judge me, take them bitches out to trial
+
F*cked a hundred niggas, how them niggas love you now?
+
You don't know love, you don't love me like my child
+
Lay your ass down, then that liquor get you fired up
+
Turn up every day, girl, it don't say that in the Bible
+
Can't give it up 'cause you love the lifestyle
+
Told the girls to meet at Tao
+
Now y'all doin' shots, now them bitches got you fired up
+
Don't know who you talking 'bout, I'll put that on the Bible
+
Turnin' up on me, don't make me turn it back around
+
Think I'm Tiger Woods, the way I'm teed off the 17
+
And you know pockets on whatever, jeans forever green
+
And you know, told me lotta things, but ain't say everything
+
But now I know every single thing, there was plenty things I didn't know
+
Plenty things you didn't say, was f*ckin' with you anyway
+
Was f*ckin' with you way before you had some confessions to make
+
You decide to take it to the grave, I know you gon' take it
+
And you know (and you know, and you know)
+
Countin' up my bodies, damn, the things just start to pile
+
Judge me how you judge me, take them bitches out to trial
+
F*cked a hundred niggas, how them niggas love you now?
+
You don't know love, you don't love me like my child
+
Lay your ass down, then that liquor get you fired up
+
Turn up every day, girl, it don't say that in the Bible
+
Can't give it up 'cause you love the lifestyle
+
Trenches bitch, I got her a salon
+
Gucci and Pucci, it's deep in her budget
+
She hittin' up Virgil for Louis Vuitton
+
It's not in the Bible to wife off one girl
+
I'm Muslim, I go by Quran
+
The way I be smilin' and holdin' my gun
+
She think I be mimickin' Von, grandson
+
She only play me in the whip
+
India Royale cosmetic, I'm just promotin' my bitch
+
Drake song do a billion streams for sure, I'm just promotin' her shit
+
Take her to Sono Bello and get her some massive titties
+
Rhude call when they drop like send my addy with it
+
Bitch left me and I'm glad she did it
+
Know I be testin' bitches
+
Back to back, I'm wrestlin' with 'em
+
Lean voice, I'm raspy with it
+
I did my dance one time on TikTok then went viral with it
+
Mm-mm, mm, mm-mm, mm, mm-mm, mm, mm-mm (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
+
Countin' up my bodies, damn, the things just start to pile
+
Judge me how you judge me, take them bitches out to trial
+
F*cked a hundred niggas, how them niggas love you now?
+
You don't know love, you don't love me like my child
+
Lay your ass down, then that liquor get you fired up
+
Turn up every day, girl, it don't say that in the Bible
+
Can't give it up 'cause you love the lifestyle
+
We've been spendin' time, but I'm scared
+
A good girl inside (a good girl inside)
+
But you're tainted every time that I'm there (tainted)
+
Here we are now and it's crazy
+
Held my flaws down to you, baby
+
You love, you trust, you trust
+
And you gon' see it real soon
+
And when you see the real, will you still want me?
+
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Countin' up my bodies, damn, the things just start to pile
+
Judge me how you judge me, take them bitches out to trial
+
F*cked a hundred niggas, how them niggas love you now?
+
You don't know love, you don't love me like my child
+
Lay your ass down, then that liquor get you fired up
+
Turn up every day, girl, it don't say that in the Bible
+
Can't give it up 'cause you love the lifestyle
+
Told the girls to meet at Tao
+
Now y'all doin' shots, now them bitches got you fired up
+
Don't know who you talking 'bout, I'll put that on the Bible
+
Turnin' up on me, don't make me turn it back around
+
Think I'm Tiger Woods, the way I'm teed off the 17
+
And you know pockets on whatever, jeans forever green
+
And you know, told me lotta things, but ain't say everything
+
But now I know every single thing, there was plenty things I didn't know
+
Plenty things you didn't say, was f*ckin' with you anyway
+
Was f*ckin' with you way before you had some confessions to make
+
You decide to take it to the grave, I know you gon' take it
+
And you know (and you know, and you know)
+
Countin' up my bodies, damn, the things just start to pile
+
Judge me how you judge me, take them bitches out to trial
+
F*cked a hundred niggas, how them niggas love you now?
+
You don't know love, you don't love me like my child
+
Lay your ass down, then that liquor get you fired up
+
Turn up every day, girl, it don't say that in the Bible
+
Can't give it up 'cause you love the lifestyle
+
Trenches bitch, I got her a salon
+
Gucci and Pucci, it's deep in her budget
+
She hittin' up Virgil for Louis Vuitton
+
It's not in the Bible to wife off one girl
+
I'm Muslim, I go by Quran
+
The way I be smilin' and holdin' my gun
+
She think I be mimickin' Von, grandson
+
She only play me in the whip
+
India Royale cosmetic, I'm just promotin' my bitch
+
Drake song do a billion streams for sure, I'm just promotin' her shit
+
Take her to Sono Bello and get her some massive titties
+
Rhude call when they drop like send my addy with it
+
Bitch left me and I'm glad she did it
+
Know I be testin' bitches
+
Back to back, I'm wrestlin' with 'em
+
Lean voice, I'm raspy with it
+
I did my dance one time on TikTok then went viral with it
+
Mm-mm, mm, mm-mm, mm, mm-mm, mm, mm-mm (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
+
Countin' up my bodies, damn, the things just start to pile
+
Judge me how you judge me, take them bitches out to trial
+
F*cked a hundred niggas, how them niggas love you now?
+
You don't know love, you don't love me like my child
+
Lay your ass down, then that liquor get you fired up
+
Turn up every day, girl, it don't say that in the Bible
+
Can't give it up 'cause you love the lifestyle
+
We've been spendin' time, but I'm scared
+
A good girl inside (a good girl inside)
+
But you're tainted every time that I'm there (tainted)
+
Here we are now and it's crazy
+
Held my flaws down to you, baby
+
You love, you trust, you trust
+
And you gon' see it real soon
+
And when you see the real, will you still want me?
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham, Austin Schindler, Durk Banks, Eliel Afari-Brown, Giveon Evans, Leon Thomas, Noah Shebib, Simon Gebrelul
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Love All
Previously on Ready To Die
+
Never had a lot, this is all I need
+
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
+
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
+
Loyalty is priceless and it's all I need
+
Can't burn a bridge just to light my way
+
Lotta '42 on the flights I'm takin'
+
Pourin' out my soul and it might sound crazy
+
Lotta fallin' outs help me build foundation
+
Never had a lot, this is all I need
+
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
+
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
+
Never had a lot, this is all I need
+
Lost individuals is all I see
+
Grab the top spot like "pardon my reach"
+
Woke up one day and it was all on me
+
If it comes down, it's gon' fall on me
+
Lotta '42 on the flights I'm takin'
+
Long way down from the heights I'm chasin'
+
Just touched down, I was lights out in Vegas
+
Girls checkin' in 'cause my lifestyle dangerous
+
Hard to tell people that I'm all out of favors
+
Call me for songs or they call me for paper
+
Turnin' off my phone for the night now, baby
+
Pourin' out my soul and it might sound crazy
+
Some of my niggas don't love me
+
We should sit down before shit turns ugly
+
We should sit down since you said things about me
+
Never had a lot, this is all I need
+
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
+
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
+
Loyalty is priceless and it's all I need
+
Can't burn a bridge just to light my way
+
Lotta '42 on the flights I'm takin'
+
Pourin' out my soul and it might sound crazy
+
Lotta fallin' outs help me build foundation
+
Never had a lot, this is all I need
+
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
+
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
+
Niggas wanted to kill me and y'all still with 'em
+
Nigga, y'all chill with 'em, and y'all wonder why we not friends?
+
Best thing I can do is not build with you
+
When I could destroy you, that takes some f*ckin' discipline
+
I could send a team to come drill you
+
I got a billion or two and I know where the f*ck you live
+
Niggas gotta chill with talking gangsta
+
You should just thank us, humble yourselves a little bit
+
This ain't the same Shawn that you knew once
+
I don't shine shoes, uh, this ain't what you want, no
+
All that back and forth on the internet
+
Nigga, we don't tennis that, y'all gotta do something, yeah
+
Only thing we 'spect now is violence
+
Anything besides this, we playing violins, uh
+
Niggas wanted to kill me and y'all want me to be friendly
+
Niggas want sympathy after they wanted to end me
+
Be those closest to it, be the very ones that envy
+
Shout out to the family
+
I don't want no friends no more, not many understand me
+
Everybody want something
+
You know the price of everything but the value of nothing
+
But everybody want something
+
You know the price of everything but the value of nothing
+
Never had a lot, this is all I need
+
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
+
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
+
Loyalty is priceless and it's all I need
+
Can't burn a bridge just to light my way
+
Lotta '42 on the flights I'm takin'
+
Pourin' out my soul and it might sound crazy
+
Lotta fallin' outs help me build foundation
+
Never had a lot, this is all I need
+
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
+
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
+
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We currently do not have these lyrics in .
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Previously on Ready To Die
+
Never had a lot, this is all I need
+
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
+
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
+
Loyalty is priceless and it's all I need
+
Can't burn a bridge just to light my way
+
Lotta '42 on the flights I'm takin'
+
Pourin' out my soul and it might sound crazy
+
Lotta fallin' outs help me build foundation
+
Never had a lot, this is all I need
+
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
+
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
+
Never had a lot, this is all I need
+
Lost individuals is all I see
+
Grab the top spot like "pardon my reach"
+
Woke up one day and it was all on me
+
If it comes down, it's gon' fall on me
+
Lotta '42 on the flights I'm takin'
+
Long way down from the heights I'm chasin'
+
Just touched down, I was lights out in Vegas
+
Girls checkin' in 'cause my lifestyle dangerous
+
Hard to tell people that I'm all out of favors
+
Call me for songs or they call me for paper
+
Turnin' off my phone for the night now, baby
+
Pourin' out my soul and it might sound crazy
+
Some of my niggas don't love me
+
We should sit down before shit turns ugly
+
We should sit down since you said things about me
+
Never had a lot, this is all I need
+
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
+
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
+
Loyalty is priceless and it's all I need
+
Can't burn a bridge just to light my way
+
Lotta '42 on the flights I'm takin'
+
Pourin' out my soul and it might sound crazy
+
Lotta fallin' outs help me build foundation
+
Never had a lot, this is all I need
+
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
+
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
+
Niggas wanted to kill me and y'all still with 'em
+
Nigga, y'all chill with 'em, and y'all wonder why we not friends?
+
Best thing I can do is not build with you
+
When I could destroy you, that takes some f*ckin' discipline
+
I could send a team to come drill you
+
I got a billion or two and I know where the f*ck you live
+
Niggas gotta chill with talking gangsta
+
You should just thank us, humble yourselves a little bit
+
This ain't the same Shawn that you knew once
+
I don't shine shoes, uh, this ain't what you want, no
+
All that back and forth on the internet
+
Nigga, we don't tennis that, y'all gotta do something, yeah
+
Only thing we 'spect now is violence
+
Anything besides this, we playing violins, uh
+
Niggas wanted to kill me and y'all want me to be friendly
+
Niggas want sympathy after they wanted to end me
+
Be those closest to it, be the very ones that envy
+
Shout out to the family
+
I don't want no friends no more, not many understand me
+
Everybody want something
+
You know the price of everything but the value of nothing
+
But everybody want something
+
You know the price of everything but the value of nothing
+
Never had a lot, this is all I need
+
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
+
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
+
Loyalty is priceless and it's all I need
+
Can't burn a bridge just to light my way
+
Lotta '42 on the flights I'm takin'
+
Pourin' out my soul and it might sound crazy
+
Lotta fallin' outs help me build foundation
+
Never had a lot, this is all I need
+
People never care 'til it's R.I.P.
+
Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham, Christopher Riddick-Tynes, Christopher Wallace, Dylan Cleary-Krell, Leon Thomas, Ozan Yildrim, Sean Combs, Shawn Carter, Steven A. Jordan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fair Trade
I don't understand why you blame me
+
Take me as I am, it's the same me
+
Feelin' young but they treat me like the OG
+
And they want the tea on me, I swear these bitches nosy
+
Said he put some money on my head, I guess we gon' see
+
I won't put no money on his head, my niggas owe me
+
I gotta be single for a while, you can't control me
+
Uno, dos, tres, in a race, they can't hold me
+
And I show my face in a case so you know it's me
+
Imitation isn't flattery, it's just annoyin' me
+
And the dirt that they threw on my name
+
Turned to soil and I grew up out it
+
Time for y'all to figure out what y'all gon' do about it
+
Big wheels keep rollin', rollin'
+
I'm outside, twenty-nine, G5, seaside
+
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
+
But honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
+
If I ever hurt one and I'm still here
+
Outside, frontline, Southside
+
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
+
Honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
+
Look, don't invite me over if you throw another pity party
+
Lookin' back, it's hard to tell you where I started
+
I don't know who love me, but I know that it ain't everybody
+
I can never love her, she a busybody
+
Baby, if you want me, can't be turnin' up with everybody, nah
+
Can't be f*ckin' on just anybody, yeah
+
I got feelings for you, that's the thing about it, yeah
+
You know that it's somethin' when I sing about it, yeah
+
Mama used to be on disability but gave me this ability
+
And now she walkin' with her head high and her back straight
+
I don't think you feelin' me, I'm out here
+
Bein' everything they said I wouldn't be or couldn't be
+
I don't know what happened to them guys that said they would be
+
I said, "See you at the top," and they misunderstood me
+
I hold no resentment in my heart, that's that maturity
+
And we don't keep it on us anymore, it's with security
+
I'm outside (yeah), twenty-nine (yeah), G5, seaside
+
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
+
But honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
+
If I ever hurt one and I'm still here
+
Outside, frontline, Southside (Southside)
+
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
+
Honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
+
I don't understand why you blame me
+
Take me as I am, it's the same me (I'm tryin')
+
Senseless sight to see (outside)
+
Rollin' in a Rolls and ain't no safety
+
Gotta roll over to you, gotta get my release
+
Spread your legs downtown, as I'm goin' out to eat
+
You can hear them raw sounds when I rock, I make you sleep (oh, oh)
+
I'ma roll on 'em 'fore I ever let 'em roll on me
+
Split this one down the middle, wake up in a harmony (sick)
+
Worry, sick, I'm sick of worryin' (sick, sick)
+
It's just the worryin', I'd rather bury them
+
I'm talkin' fake friends and skeletons (yeah)
+
Early mornin' shoulder rubs and lawyers sounding celebrant (it's lit)
+
I'm never settlin', this shit get darker than my melanin (ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
+
At the crib all by myself, this shit been cavin' in
+
Scrollin' through my call log, by emojis, how I'm savin' 'em
+
Them heart eyes, that peach one, my old ones but I favorite them
+
That butterfly emoji hold me down and all my babies them (yeah)
+
Purple demon face one push away, he got the K on him
+
I broke bread instead of watchin' niggas break down (break it)
+
And saved a couple bitches too like I'm from Cape Town
+
Know their position, you know ass up with the face down (let's go)
+
I'm never content, two mil' a event, I get it frequent
+
I make an expense, to me it's just cents
+
I'm droppin' the top, not to feel the wind
+
I'm droppin' the top 'cause bro tryna spin
+
She droppin' her top, she back again
+
F*ck her 'cause she at the crib again, company (yeah, yeah)
+
I let it slide when I really shoulda slid (ooh, ooh)
+
After all the shit I did
+
Look at how they repayin' me back (oh, oh-oh, oh)
+
Tell me what type of payment is that? (Oh, oh-oh), I put that on my kid
+
And my trust, yeah, it is what it is (oh, oh)
+
And I'm outside (ah-ah, ah-ah), twenty-nine, G5 (ah-ah, ah-ah), seaside
+
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace (ah-ah, ah)
+
But honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
+
If I ever hurt one and I'm still here
+
Outside, frontline, Southside (Southside)
+
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace (oh, oh)
+
Honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
+
I don't understand why you blame me
+
Just take me as I am, it's the same me
+
We should be senseless sight to see
+
Up on a mountain (up on a mountain)
+
Search through the valley (search through the valley)
+
You hear me calling (you hear me calling)
+
Won't you come find me? (Won't you come find me?)
+
Please don't forsake me (please don't forsake me)
+
All of a sudden (all of a sudden)
+
My heart is breaking (breaking)
+
We currently do not have these lyrics in English.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics in .
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
I don't understand why you blame me
+
Take me as I am, it's the same me
+
Feelin' young but they treat me like the OG
+
And they want the tea on me, I swear these bitches nosy
+
Said he put some money on my head, I guess we gon' see
+
I won't put no money on his head, my niggas owe me
+
I gotta be single for a while, you can't control me
+
Uno, dos, tres, in a race, they can't hold me
+
And I show my face in a case so you know it's me
+
Imitation isn't flattery, it's just annoyin' me
+
And the dirt that they threw on my name
+
Turned to soil and I grew up out it
+
Time for y'all to figure out what y'all gon' do about it
+
Big wheels keep rollin', rollin'
+
I'm outside, twenty-nine, G5, seaside
+
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
+
But honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
+
If I ever hurt one and I'm still here
+
Outside, frontline, Southside
+
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
+
Honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
+
Look, don't invite me over if you throw another pity party
+
Lookin' back, it's hard to tell you where I started
+
I don't know who love me, but I know that it ain't everybody
+
I can never love her, she a busybody
+
Baby, if you want me, can't be turnin' up with everybody, nah
+
Can't be f*ckin' on just anybody, yeah
+
I got feelings for you, that's the thing about it, yeah
+
You know that it's somethin' when I sing about it, yeah
+
Mama used to be on disability but gave me this ability
+
And now she walkin' with her head high and her back straight
+
I don't think you feelin' me, I'm out here
+
Bein' everything they said I wouldn't be or couldn't be
+
I don't know what happened to them guys that said they would be
+
I said, "See you at the top," and they misunderstood me
+
I hold no resentment in my heart, that's that maturity
+
And we don't keep it on us anymore, it's with security
+
I'm outside (yeah), twenty-nine (yeah), G5, seaside
+
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
+
But honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
+
If I ever hurt one and I'm still here
+
Outside, frontline, Southside (Southside)
+
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
+
Honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
+
I don't understand why you blame me
+
Take me as I am, it's the same me (I'm tryin')
+
Senseless sight to see (outside)
+
Rollin' in a Rolls and ain't no safety
+
Gotta roll over to you, gotta get my release
+
Spread your legs downtown, as I'm goin' out to eat
+
You can hear them raw sounds when I rock, I make you sleep (oh, oh)
+
I'ma roll on 'em 'fore I ever let 'em roll on me
+
Split this one down the middle, wake up in a harmony (sick)
+
Worry, sick, I'm sick of worryin' (sick, sick)
+
It's just the worryin', I'd rather bury them
+
I'm talkin' fake friends and skeletons (yeah)
+
Early mornin' shoulder rubs and lawyers sounding celebrant (it's lit)
+
I'm never settlin', this shit get darker than my melanin (ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
+
At the crib all by myself, this shit been cavin' in
+
Scrollin' through my call log, by emojis, how I'm savin' 'em
+
Them heart eyes, that peach one, my old ones but I favorite them
+
That butterfly emoji hold me down and all my babies them (yeah)
+
Purple demon face one push away, he got the K on him
+
I broke bread instead of watchin' niggas break down (break it)
+
And saved a couple bitches too like I'm from Cape Town
+
Know their position, you know ass up with the face down (let's go)
+
I'm never content, two mil' a event, I get it frequent
+
I make an expense, to me it's just cents
+
I'm droppin' the top, not to feel the wind
+
I'm droppin' the top 'cause bro tryna spin
+
She droppin' her top, she back again
+
F*ck her 'cause she at the crib again, company (yeah, yeah)
+
I let it slide when I really shoulda slid (ooh, ooh)
+
After all the shit I did
+
Look at how they repayin' me back (oh, oh-oh, oh)
+
Tell me what type of payment is that? (Oh, oh-oh), I put that on my kid
+
And my trust, yeah, it is what it is (oh, oh)
+
And I'm outside (ah-ah, ah-ah), twenty-nine, G5 (ah-ah, ah-ah), seaside
+
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace (ah-ah, ah)
+
But honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
+
If I ever hurt one and I'm still here
+
Outside, frontline, Southside (Southside)
+
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace (oh, oh)
+
Honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
+
I don't understand why you blame me
+
Just take me as I am, it's the same me
+
We should be senseless sight to see
+
Up on a mountain (up on a mountain)
+
Search through the valley (search through the valley)
+
You hear me calling (you hear me calling)
+
Won't you come find me? (Won't you come find me?)
+
Please don't forsake me (please don't forsake me)
+
All of a sudden (all of a sudden)
+
My heart is breaking (breaking)
+
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Writer: Francesca Kyla Mosocovich, Jacques Berman, Jahaan Akil Sweet, Jerome Lloyd Wade Varren, Michael Oliver Gordon, Ozan Yildirim, Aubrey Drake Graham, Brandon Banks, Charlotte Day Wilson, Dernst Emile, Ebony Naomi Oshunrinde, Jacques Berman Webster, Kenneth B. Edmonds, Marcus Antwon Reddick, Michael Gordon, R. S. Antoine, Teo Halm, Varren Jerome Lloyd Wade
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Way 2 Sexy
I'm too sexy for my shirt
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I'm too sexy for this syrup
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Too sexy for this world
+
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah
+
I'm too sexy for this chain
+
Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah
+
I'm too sexy for the trap
+
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah
+
Okay, alright, that's fine, okay (okay)
+
I'm feelin' too sexy to accept requests (way too sexy)
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And I'm way too sexy to go unprotected (way too sexy)
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And she popped a Tesla, now she goin' electric
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Okay, alright, that's fine, okay
+
Think we got too sexy for that metro housin' (way too sexy)
+
Diamond popped out, almost swallowed sixty thousand (sixty piece)
+
Section need more tings in here, I like it crowded, ayy (whoa, whoa)
+
Yeah, I like it crowded
+
Oh, you like the boy? Well, tell me what you like about him
+
You a turnt up little thotty, ain't no wife about it
+
I'ma f*ck her friends and send her back to metro housin'
+
I'm too sexy for this syrup
+
Too sexy for this world
+
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah
+
I'm too sexy for this chain
+
Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah
+
I'm too sexy for the trap
+
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah (yeah)
+
I pop out, get ghost on a bitch, she don't know where I went (where I go?)
+
Pray for all my dogs, all my niggas behind the fence (prayer)
+
Drippin' in it, I be spillin' in it, new designer gear bicoastal
+
Pay attention to the detail, goin' two-tone on a choker
+
Young niggas always ready to murk somethin', call them some smokers
+
Young nigga havin' motion, he gon' make sure the car get
+
Did a 360 windmill when I left the scene
+
That's that action, her best work on her knees (whoa)
+
Too sexy for this syrup
+
Too sexy for these pills, I'm too sexy for this
+
I get cash wherever I fly, got bitches sexin' on me (whoa)
+
Money, cars, and all this jewelry make a bitch look sexy (whoa, whoa)
+
I get cash wherever I fly, got bitches sexin' on me
+
I'm too sexy for this syrup
+
Too sexy for this world
+
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah
+
I'm too sexy for this chain
+
Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah
+
I'm too sexy for the trap
+
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah
+
Too sexy to count (ah), fetty (ooh)
+
Red diamonds, spaghetti (ooh)
+
This paper, I shred it (yeah)
+
I swindled, no sweatin'
+
I saw you (bitch), beggin' (ho)
+
Goddamn, you petty (ha)
+
I ain't done spendin' (yeah)
+
No penny pinch, I spend it (spend)
+
Bags in and out (let's get bags)
+
My man ain't gon' steal it (on God)
+
Hundred bags for her (hundred bags)
+
Make these young hoes wish they was rich (woo)
+
All-green gators, they look like a switch (yeah)
+
Giorgio, I spent twenty-six licks ('Mani)
+
My neck (yeah), baguetties (yeah)
+
Molest me (whoa), caress me (whoa)
+
I'll let you (ah), todayski (ski)
+
I been kickin' shit (whoa, whoa), might need a prosthetic (yeah)
+
I pray to the chopper under my pillow, tooth fairy (woo)
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I'm too sexy for my shirt
+
I'm too sexy for this syrup
+
Too sexy for this world
+
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah
+
I'm too sexy for this chain
+
Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah
+
I'm too sexy for the trap
+
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah
+
Okay, alright, that's fine, okay (okay)
+
I'm feelin' too sexy to accept requests (way too sexy)
+
And I'm way too sexy to go unprotected (way too sexy)
+
And she popped a Tesla, now she goin' electric
+
Okay, alright, that's fine, okay
+
Think we got too sexy for that metro housin' (way too sexy)
+
Diamond popped out, almost swallowed sixty thousand (sixty piece)
+
Section need more tings in here, I like it crowded, ayy (whoa, whoa)
+
Yeah, I like it crowded
+
Oh, you like the boy? Well, tell me what you like about him
+
You a turnt up little thotty, ain't no wife about it
+
I'ma f*ck her friends and send her back to metro housin'
+
I'm too sexy for this syrup
+
Too sexy for this world
+
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah
+
I'm too sexy for this chain
+
Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah
+
I'm too sexy for the trap
+
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah (yeah)
+
I pop out, get ghost on a bitch, she don't know where I went (where I go?)
+
Pray for all my dogs, all my niggas behind the fence (prayer)
+
Drippin' in it, I be spillin' in it, new designer gear bicoastal
+
Pay attention to the detail, goin' two-tone on a choker
+
Young niggas always ready to murk somethin', call them some smokers
+
Young nigga havin' motion, he gon' make sure the car get
+
Did a 360 windmill when I left the scene
+
That's that action, her best work on her knees (whoa)
+
Too sexy for this syrup
+
Too sexy for these pills, I'm too sexy for this
+
I get cash wherever I fly, got bitches sexin' on me (whoa)
+
Money, cars, and all this jewelry make a bitch look sexy (whoa, whoa)
+
I get cash wherever I fly, got bitches sexin' on me
+
I'm too sexy for this syrup
+
Too sexy for this world
+
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah
+
I'm too sexy for this chain
+
Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah
+
I'm too sexy for the trap
+
Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah
+
Too sexy to count (ah), fetty (ooh)
+
Red diamonds, spaghetti (ooh)
+
This paper, I shred it (yeah)
+
I swindled, no sweatin'
+
I saw you (bitch), beggin' (ho)
+
Goddamn, you petty (ha)
+
I ain't done spendin' (yeah)
+
No penny pinch, I spend it (spend)
+
Bags in and out (let's get bags)
+
My man ain't gon' steal it (on God)
+
Hundred bags for her (hundred bags)
+
Make these young hoes wish they was rich (woo)
+
All-green gators, they look like a switch (yeah)
+
Giorgio, I spent twenty-six licks ('Mani)
+
My neck (yeah), baguetties (yeah)
+
Molest me (whoa), caress me (whoa)
+
I'll let you (ah), todayski (ski)
+
I been kickin' shit (whoa, whoa), might need a prosthetic (yeah)
+
I pray to the chopper under my pillow, tooth fairy (woo)
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham, Bryan Simmons, Jeffery Williams, Lesidney Ragland, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
TSU
What's up to all the ladies on the north side, south side, east side, west side?
+
What's up to all the ladies in Louisiana?
+
What's up to all the ladies in Dallas, Austin, San Antonio?
+
Marshall, Prairie View, it's goin' down
+
Wharton County, Texas City, H-Town, baby
+
She moved out of state and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness
+
She used to dance, but she want a loan to start up a business
+
Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around
+
I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to slidin' down
+
I make it rain in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch
+
She tryna get out of the mix, shawty is goin' legit
+
Shawty is goin' legit, me, I'm supportin' this shit
+
This is a story, it came from my life and I'm just recordin' this shit
+
I'ma just give it to you direct, instead of me throwin' this shit
+
You know you important and shit
+
You know I'm supportin' this shit
+
We used to do pornos when you would come over but now you got morals and shit
+
I got like four on the wrist and an adorable kid
+
I got a Drac' in the studio, and I don't just mean that I'm in this bitch
+
Please make the most of this shit
+
Don't just come close to some shit
+
I give you this bread, you run me some head
+
And then you go glow up a bit
+
She moved out of state and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness
+
She used to dance, but she want a loan to start up a business
+
Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around
+
I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to s-
+
I make it rain in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch
+
She tryna get out of the mix, shawty is goin' legit
+
Shawty is goin' legit, me, I'm supportin' this shit
+
This is a story, it came from my life and I'm just recordin' this shit
+
Her daddy is not around, mama is definitely not around
+
She got a business plan, but she just ain't had time to write it down
+
Stay with her sister now, she got a man, but he out of town
+
Soon as he out of town, they hop in his whip and they ride around
+
I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to slidin', slidin'
+
Thought about trappin' a player before, but that just ain't right, right
+
Look in the mirror if you wanna look at some things on the bright side
+
You popped a 325, you feelin' too good to worry tonight
+
She moved out of state and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness
+
She used to dance, but she want a loan to start up a business
+
Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around
+
I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to s-
+
I make it rain in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch
+
She tryna get out of the mix, shawty is goin' legit
+
Shawty is goin' legit, me, I'm supportin' this shit
+
This is a story, it came from my life and I'm just rec-
+
Ayy, black boxes with the bow and rose
+
Zara heels bound to give you Zara toes
+
Back that thing up, it's a wide load, shawty
+
I don't even know where the time goes, shawty
+
Know you got some brand new life goals
+
Baby blue, but you are not a baby, I know, shawty
+
So, why you gotta be so hard-headed?
+
Why you wanna ask? Girl, you know what I did
+
Actin' like you don't already know what that is
+
Baby, just relax, I'm on your side
+
I will not discuss it with nobody
+
Neither of our pasts 'bout to go away
+
You made me forget about it anyway
+
Black boxes with the bow and rose
+
Little side hustle with the Fashion Nova
+
Know we both came from a broken home, shawty
+
Mom and daddy didn't really get along, shawty
+
Heard you got some brand new life goals
+
Baby blue, but you are not a baby, I know, shawty
+
I know, know, know, know, know
+
Here on 73rd, the smoke and fry
+
Man, this motherf*ckin' drink got me feelin' good than a motherf*cker
+
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English
What's up to all the ladies on the north side, south side, east side, west side?
+
What's up to all the ladies in Louisiana?
+
What's up to all the ladies in Dallas, Austin, San Antonio?
+
Marshall, Prairie View, it's goin' down
+
Wharton County, Texas City, H-Town, baby
+
She moved out of state and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness
+
She used to dance, but she want a loan to start up a business
+
Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around
+
I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to slidin' down
+
I make it rain in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch
+
She tryna get out of the mix, shawty is goin' legit
+
Shawty is goin' legit, me, I'm supportin' this shit
+
This is a story, it came from my life and I'm just recordin' this shit
+
I'ma just give it to you direct, instead of me throwin' this shit
+
You know you important and shit
+
You know I'm supportin' this shit
+
We used to do pornos when you would come over but now you got morals and shit
+
I got like four on the wrist and an adorable kid
+
I got a Drac' in the studio, and I don't just mean that I'm in this bitch
+
Please make the most of this shit
+
Don't just come close to some shit
+
I give you this bread, you run me some head
+
And then you go glow up a bit
+
She moved out of state and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness
+
She used to dance, but she want a loan to start up a business
+
Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around
+
I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to s-
+
I make it rain in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch
+
She tryna get out of the mix, shawty is goin' legit
+
Shawty is goin' legit, me, I'm supportin' this shit
+
This is a story, it came from my life and I'm just recordin' this shit
+
Her daddy is not around, mama is definitely not around
+
She got a business plan, but she just ain't had time to write it down
+
Stay with her sister now, she got a man, but he out of town
+
Soon as he out of town, they hop in his whip and they ride around
+
I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to slidin', slidin'
+
Thought about trappin' a player before, but that just ain't right, right
+
Look in the mirror if you wanna look at some things on the bright side
+
You popped a 325, you feelin' too good to worry tonight
+
She moved out of state and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness
+
She used to dance, but she want a loan to start up a business
+
Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around
+
I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to s-
+
I make it rain in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch
+
She tryna get out of the mix, shawty is goin' legit
+
Shawty is goin' legit, me, I'm supportin' this shit
+
This is a story, it came from my life and I'm just rec-
+
Ayy, black boxes with the bow and rose
+
Zara heels bound to give you Zara toes
+
Back that thing up, it's a wide load, shawty
+
I don't even know where the time goes, shawty
+
Know you got some brand new life goals
+
Baby blue, but you are not a baby, I know, shawty
+
So, why you gotta be so hard-headed?
+
Why you wanna ask? Girl, you know what I did
+
Actin' like you don't already know what that is
+
Baby, just relax, I'm on your side
+
I will not discuss it with nobody
+
Neither of our pasts 'bout to go away
+
You made me forget about it anyway
+
Black boxes with the bow and rose
+
Little side hustle with the Fashion Nova
+
Know we both came from a broken home, shawty
+
Mom and daddy didn't really get along, shawty
+
Heard you got some brand new life goals
+
Baby blue, but you are not a baby, I know, shawty
+
I know, know, know, know, know
+
Here on 73rd, the smoke and fry
+
Man, this motherf*ckin' drink got me feelin' good than a motherf*cker
+
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Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Christopher Cross, Floyd Nathaniel Hills, Harley Arsenault, Justin R. Timberlake, Noel Cadastre, Robert S. Kelly, Timothy Z. Mosley
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
N 2 Deep
Kept the Galleria open 'til ten for you and your friends
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You know how I spend in H-O-U-S-T-O-N
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I get too crazy, had a little baddina
+
We stay good friends, we get too wavy
+
All I know is that when this cup ends, the next one begins
+
My bae, you know me and you knew me back then
+
And you know how it goes when I see you again
+
You know I'm making my way to your ends
+
And you know I need you to be there for me
+
You a little Post Oak baby
+
You a little forty-eight baby
+
Got a little candy in her pocket
+
She gon' take off like a
+
You already know (know, know, know, know)
+
Dirtied up a cup, I'm on the Northside
+
Text you but I know you probably courtside
+
Know I got to come and check the whole man, baby, hold tight
+
I just touched the city with the G-block stainers
+
And we got adopted by some fifth ward strangers
+
You know what it means when I twist these fingers
+
Me and you been on a first name basis
+
Why you think I hate it when you talk that Drake shit?
+
Same reason that you never left me hangin'
+
Same reason that I tried to make you famous
+
Same reason that I tried to show you just who I was
+
Outside of the club, outside the things that a man like me does
+
Outside of the things that would 'cause you to judge
+
Show you just who I was
+
Outside of the club, outside the things that a man like me does
+
Outside of the things that would cause you to judge
+
"Some OVO shit, let's go have some fun, enjoy the show
+
You know, we in Houston celebrating
+
We goin' to Houston, Atlanta, Vegas
+
Y'all already went to Vegas? Now we in Houston
+
We definitely goin' down
+
Goddamnit, appreciate you"
+
Pop that shit, pop that shit
+
Baby, that pussy was so worth the wait
+
I wasn't in love with none of them anyway
+
Yeah, pop that shit, pop that shit
+
Baby, that pussy was so worth the wait
+
I wasn't in love with none of them anyway
+
Now I'm in too deep, I'm in too deep, oh
+
I'm in too deep, in too deep, oh
+
In too deep, in too deep, oh
+
I'm in too deep, oh, in too deep
+
That's gon' f*ck me for that AP
+
F*ck me for that AP, f*ck me for that AP
+
If I wasn't rappin', baby, I would still be trappin', baby
+
Comin' down off sippin' 'Techs, boppers on me, hella crazy
+
New Mercedes for my baby, 2022, updated
+
Shorty met a sponsor in the club
+
Shock's spend a hundred like dubs
+
I'm lovin' droppin' bands on her
+
Emilio Pucci curvin' her up
+
We turn the studio into a strip club
+
Got the strippers goin' way up
+
Drankin' on Texas and I pop two pills
+
That's gon' make a nigga stay up
+
In too, in too deep (poppin' freaks)
+
Bitch on demon time, she don't get sleep
+
You get She Nay Nay, number five five, one, two, three, whoa
+
Pop that shit, pop that shit
+
Baby, that pussy was so worth the wait
+
I wasn't in love with none of them anyway
+
Yeah, pop that shit, pop that shit
+
Baby, that pussy was so worth the wait
+
I wasn't in love with none of them anyway
+
Now I'm in too deep, I'm in too deep, oh
+
I'm in too deep, in too deep, oh
+
In too deep, in too deep, oh
+
I'm in too deep, oh, in too deep
+
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If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Kept the Galleria open 'til ten for you and your friends
+
You know how I spend in H-O-U-S-T-O-N
+
I get too crazy, had a little baddina
+
We stay good friends, we get too wavy
+
All I know is that when this cup ends, the next one begins
+
My bae, you know me and you knew me back then
+
And you know how it goes when I see you again
+
You know I'm making my way to your ends
+
And you know I need you to be there for me
+
You a little Post Oak baby
+
You a little forty-eight baby
+
Got a little candy in her pocket
+
She gon' take off like a
+
You already know (know, know, know, know)
+
Dirtied up a cup, I'm on the Northside
+
Text you but I know you probably courtside
+
Know I got to come and check the whole man, baby, hold tight
+
I just touched the city with the G-block stainers
+
And we got adopted by some fifth ward strangers
+
You know what it means when I twist these fingers
+
Me and you been on a first name basis
+
Why you think I hate it when you talk that Drake shit?
+
Same reason that you never left me hangin'
+
Same reason that I tried to make you famous
+
Same reason that I tried to show you just who I was
+
Outside of the club, outside the things that a man like me does
+
Outside of the things that would 'cause you to judge
+
Show you just who I was
+
Outside of the club, outside the things that a man like me does
+
Outside of the things that would cause you to judge
+
"Some OVO shit, let's go have some fun, enjoy the show
+
You know, we in Houston celebrating
+
We goin' to Houston, Atlanta, Vegas
+
Y'all already went to Vegas? Now we in Houston
+
We definitely goin' down
+
Goddamnit, appreciate you"
+
Pop that shit, pop that shit
+
Baby, that pussy was so worth the wait
+
I wasn't in love with none of them anyway
+
Yeah, pop that shit, pop that shit
+
Baby, that pussy was so worth the wait
+
I wasn't in love with none of them anyway
+
Now I'm in too deep, I'm in too deep, oh
+
I'm in too deep, in too deep, oh
+
In too deep, in too deep, oh
+
I'm in too deep, oh, in too deep
+
That's gon' f*ck me for that AP
+
F*ck me for that AP, f*ck me for that AP
+
If I wasn't rappin', baby, I would still be trappin', baby
+
Comin' down off sippin' 'Techs, boppers on me, hella crazy
+
New Mercedes for my baby, 2022, updated
+
Shorty met a sponsor in the club
+
Shock's spend a hundred like dubs
+
I'm lovin' droppin' bands on her
+
Emilio Pucci curvin' her up
+
We turn the studio into a strip club
+
Got the strippers goin' way up
+
Drankin' on Texas and I pop two pills
+
That's gon' make a nigga stay up
+
In too, in too deep (poppin' freaks)
+
Bitch on demon time, she don't get sleep
+
You get She Nay Nay, number five five, one, two, three, whoa
+
Pop that shit, pop that shit
+
Baby, that pussy was so worth the wait
+
I wasn't in love with none of them anyway
+
Yeah, pop that shit, pop that shit
+
Baby, that pussy was so worth the wait
+
I wasn't in love with none of them anyway
+
Now I'm in too deep, I'm in too deep, oh
+
I'm in too deep, in too deep, oh
+
In too deep, in too deep, oh
+
I'm in too deep, oh, in too deep
+
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Writer: Ale Lustig, Aubrey Graham, Bernard James Freeman, Chad Butler, Harley Arsenault, Jay Jenkins, Joseph Wayne IV McVey, Kaushik Barua, Leroy Williams, Nayvadius Wilburn, Noah Shebib, Noel Cadastre, Shawn Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Pipe Down
Said you belong to the streets but the streets belong to me
+
It's like home to me (she belongs to the streets)
+
I tatted your passport up
+
Now it's lookin' like a arm sleeve
+
Just know that was all me
+
And when you see Chanel, I wish that's how you saw me
+
That shit you tell Chanel, I wish that's how you called me
+
That raw shit, that honesty, yeah
+
You know I love you more than all them niggas put together
+
And it's a lot of niggas' trust, I put the list together
+
And it's a lot just to assume we're meant to be together
+
You gotta live that shit for real, you can't just say whatever
+
You could never tell nobody that you held me down
+
If it was ride or die then you should've been dead right now
+
So I don't get how you're yelling at me
+
How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
+
How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
+
All the things I've done up until right now (right now)
+
I need a thousand pages just to write it down (write it down)
+
Writing down these feelings, it's been overdue (overdue)
+
Don't know how many pens it's gonna take to get over you
+
How much I gotta pen for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
+
How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down?
+
Tried to run it back a hundred times
+
The world is yours, but the city's mine
+
I can't believe you put it on your mother's life
+
I can't believe you told me it was ride or die
+
'Cause you're not here, somehow you're still alive
+
True enough I know you're from the other side
+
I set my expectations way too high
+
Yeah, and I would listen to the lies that you would tell all night
+
Angel eyes, but you've been giving me hell all night
+
I know the book that you would write is a tell-some, not a tell-all
+
Just to make sure you well off, you would sell all rights
+
Why does your ex think we beefin', is that man alright?
+
That nigga can't even look at me, he fell off twice
+
And I'm back poppin', I still remember the day I saw you
+
I was on your ass like back pockets
+
Niggas love to hate, but what is that stopping?
+
So much shit I wanted to say, straight to your face
+
But you're so two-faced, that I don't know which face
+
You're the reason we'll be going separate ways
+
You're the reason we cannot communicate
+
It's not the things you say, it's what you don't say
+
I'm not in your way, you're in your own way
+
So I don't get how you're yelling at me
+
How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
+
How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
+
All the things I've done up until right now (right now)
+
I need a thousand pages just to write it down (write it down)
+
Writing down these feelings, it's been overdue (overdue)
+
Don't know how many pens it's gonna take to get over you
+
How much I gotta pen for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
+
How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down?
+
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English
Said you belong to the streets but the streets belong to me
+
It's like home to me (she belongs to the streets)
+
I tatted your passport up
+
Now it's lookin' like a arm sleeve
+
Just know that was all me
+
And when you see Chanel, I wish that's how you saw me
+
That shit you tell Chanel, I wish that's how you called me
+
That raw shit, that honesty, yeah
+
You know I love you more than all them niggas put together
+
And it's a lot of niggas' trust, I put the list together
+
And it's a lot just to assume we're meant to be together
+
You gotta live that shit for real, you can't just say whatever
+
You could never tell nobody that you held me down
+
If it was ride or die then you should've been dead right now
+
So I don't get how you're yelling at me
+
How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
+
How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
+
All the things I've done up until right now (right now)
+
I need a thousand pages just to write it down (write it down)
+
Writing down these feelings, it's been overdue (overdue)
+
Don't know how many pens it's gonna take to get over you
+
How much I gotta pen for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
+
How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down?
+
Tried to run it back a hundred times
+
The world is yours, but the city's mine
+
I can't believe you put it on your mother's life
+
I can't believe you told me it was ride or die
+
'Cause you're not here, somehow you're still alive
+
True enough I know you're from the other side
+
I set my expectations way too high
+
Yeah, and I would listen to the lies that you would tell all night
+
Angel eyes, but you've been giving me hell all night
+
I know the book that you would write is a tell-some, not a tell-all
+
Just to make sure you well off, you would sell all rights
+
Why does your ex think we beefin', is that man alright?
+
That nigga can't even look at me, he fell off twice
+
And I'm back poppin', I still remember the day I saw you
+
I was on your ass like back pockets
+
Niggas love to hate, but what is that stopping?
+
So much shit I wanted to say, straight to your face
+
But you're so two-faced, that I don't know which face
+
You're the reason we'll be going separate ways
+
You're the reason we cannot communicate
+
It's not the things you say, it's what you don't say
+
I'm not in your way, you're in your own way
+
So I don't get how you're yelling at me
+
How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
+
How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
+
All the things I've done up until right now (right now)
+
I need a thousand pages just to write it down (write it down)
+
Writing down these feelings, it's been overdue (overdue)
+
Don't know how many pens it's gonna take to get over you
+
How much I gotta pen for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
+
How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down?
+
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Writer: Abdelhady Moamer Hafez, Antoine Walters, Aubrey Graham, Derek Kastal, Lazaro Camejo, Leon Thomas, Robert Elijah Fairfax III, Simon Gebrelul
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
Yebbas Heartbreak
How much better can I show my love for you
+
Than say, "I do, I do, I do"?
+
You may not know right where you're going
+
And all the times you wasn't chosen
+
Well, I'll make it up to you
+
All of the feelings you're not showing
+
When your river's overflowing
+
It's the truth, swear to you
+
I do, I do, I do, I do, I do
+
And all that you are, I do
+
My single line of stars in noon
+
Reflection of the very moon, I do
+
Can I show my love for you?
+
(Can I show my love for you?)
+
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English
How much better can I show my love for you
+
Than say, "I do, I do, I do"?
+
You may not know right where you're going
+
And all the times you wasn't chosen
+
Well, I'll make it up to you
+
All of the feelings you're not showing
+
When your river's overflowing
+
It's the truth, swear to you
+
I do, I do, I do, I do, I do
+
And all that you are, I do
+
My single line of stars in noon
+
Reflection of the very moon, I do
+
Can I show my love for you?
+
(Can I show my love for you?)
+
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Writer: Abigail Elizabeth Smith, James Francies
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
No Friends in the Industry
No friends in the industry
+
My brothers been my brothers, man
+
You niggas ain't no kin to me, a fact (whoa)
+
Yeah, you heard about me, you don't know me more than that
+
No friends in the industry
+
My brothers been my brothers, man
+
You niggas ain't no kin to me, a fact (whoa)
+
I was known for snappin' when I chat before the app
+
Stood on everything I said and never took it back (whoa)
+
No friends in the industry
+
I had to draw the line between my brothers and my enemies, a fact
+
Niggas love to start the beef, don't wanna keep it rap
+
Yeah, you hit us up and now we owe you something back
+
See, when I was young angel but these niggas turned me evil
+
Yeah, I know I know you, but you really ain't my people
+
Yeah, I heard some people say they know 'em as my equal
+
Truth be told, I son these niggas, girl, I don't compete with 'em
+
Ask about The Boy and they gon' say they got the streets with him
+
Niggas so offensive knowin' they don't have no defense
+
Why they always act like we can fix it with a meeting?
+
All that linking up, man, I'ma see ya when I see ya
+
Yeah, brothers been my brothers, man
+
You niggas ain't no kin and that's a fact (ayy)
+
And I'm like Sha'Carri, smoke 'em on and off the track (ayy)
+
And you love that ho, but me, I put her on her back
+
You get Drizzy on a track, he'll put you on the map
+
Oh, it's like that? Hell yeah it's like that (ayy)
+
And I got a contract, it's a max (ayy)
+
Since I got in contact, she attached
+
When I signed my first deal, that shit came through a fax
+
That should let you know how long I been out here runnin' laps
+
(I been doin' this for a long time)
+
Yeah, no friends in the industry
+
My brothers been my brothers, man
+
You niggas ain't no kin to me, a fact (whoa)
+
I was known for snappin' when I chat before the app
+
Stood on everything I said and never took it back (whoa)
+
No friends in the industry
+
I had to draw the line between my brothers and my enemies, a fact
+
Niggas love to start the beef, don't wanna keep it rap
+
Yeah, you hit us up and now we owe you something back
+
Damn, this shit too dirty, gotta yellow tape it
+
And I got her waitin' at the telly naked
+
We ain't drop though, how you niggas celebratin'?
+
Already disrespecting, something I ain't tolerating
+
You niggas f*ck with me, I give 'em motivation
+
And your circle shrinkin', see some boys escapin'
+
Rest of them is guilty by association (ayy, what?)
+
F*ck debatin' who the G.O.A.T.
+
Better not make the shit up 'bout the numbers all I know
+
Better not make the shit up 'bout the summer all I know
+
Better find you someone else to hit with all that smoke, nigga, yeah
+
And all them tweets and all them posts
+
Ain't got the type of time to be playin' with you folk
+
I had a Richard prior to these niggas, that's the joke
+
I'm really down to die behind these verses in my notes
+
Yeah, brothers been my brothers, man
+
You niggas ain't no kin and that's a
+
I could play off the iPod?
+
Yeah 'cause this a motherf*ckin' 2016, baby
+
I see the way the lights go, on the dashboard
+
The lights go to the dashboard
+
That's how you know it's new, ooh
+
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No friends in the industry
+
My brothers been my brothers, man
+
You niggas ain't no kin to me, a fact (whoa)
+
Yeah, you heard about me, you don't know me more than that
+
No friends in the industry
+
My brothers been my brothers, man
+
You niggas ain't no kin to me, a fact (whoa)
+
I was known for snappin' when I chat before the app
+
Stood on everything I said and never took it back (whoa)
+
No friends in the industry
+
I had to draw the line between my brothers and my enemies, a fact
+
Niggas love to start the beef, don't wanna keep it rap
+
Yeah, you hit us up and now we owe you something back
+
See, when I was young angel but these niggas turned me evil
+
Yeah, I know I know you, but you really ain't my people
+
Yeah, I heard some people say they know 'em as my equal
+
Truth be told, I son these niggas, girl, I don't compete with 'em
+
Ask about The Boy and they gon' say they got the streets with him
+
Niggas so offensive knowin' they don't have no defense
+
Why they always act like we can fix it with a meeting?
+
All that linking up, man, I'ma see ya when I see ya
+
Yeah, brothers been my brothers, man
+
You niggas ain't no kin and that's a fact (ayy)
+
And I'm like Sha'Carri, smoke 'em on and off the track (ayy)
+
And you love that ho, but me, I put her on her back
+
You get Drizzy on a track, he'll put you on the map
+
Oh, it's like that? Hell yeah it's like that (ayy)
+
And I got a contract, it's a max (ayy)
+
Since I got in contact, she attached
+
When I signed my first deal, that shit came through a fax
+
That should let you know how long I been out here runnin' laps
+
(I been doin' this for a long time)
+
Yeah, no friends in the industry
+
My brothers been my brothers, man
+
You niggas ain't no kin to me, a fact (whoa)
+
I was known for snappin' when I chat before the app
+
Stood on everything I said and never took it back (whoa)
+
No friends in the industry
+
I had to draw the line between my brothers and my enemies, a fact
+
Niggas love to start the beef, don't wanna keep it rap
+
Yeah, you hit us up and now we owe you something back
+
Damn, this shit too dirty, gotta yellow tape it
+
And I got her waitin' at the telly naked
+
We ain't drop though, how you niggas celebratin'?
+
Already disrespecting, something I ain't tolerating
+
You niggas f*ck with me, I give 'em motivation
+
And your circle shrinkin', see some boys escapin'
+
Rest of them is guilty by association (ayy, what?)
+
F*ck debatin' who the G.O.A.T.
+
Better not make the shit up 'bout the numbers all I know
+
Better not make the shit up 'bout the summer all I know
+
Better find you someone else to hit with all that smoke, nigga, yeah
+
And all them tweets and all them posts
+
Ain't got the type of time to be playin' with you folk
+
I had a Richard prior to these niggas, that's the joke
+
I'm really down to die behind these verses in my notes
+
Yeah, brothers been my brothers, man
+
You niggas ain't no kin and that's a
+
I could play off the iPod?
+
Yeah 'cause this a motherf*ckin' 2016, baby
+
I see the way the lights go, on the dashboard
+
The lights go to the dashboard
+
That's how you know it's new, ooh
+
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Writer: Anderson Hernandez, Aubrey Drake Graham, Paul D. Beauregard, Nik Frascona, Ozan Yildirim, Jordan Houston
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Knife Talk
I gotta feed the streets, my pistol gon' bleed the streets
+
Ski mask on my face, sometimes you gotta cheat
+
To stay ahead in this bitch-a (gang), drank syrup like it's liquor
+
Street life'll have you catchin' up to God quicker (yeah, gang)
+
Sticker, AK-40 to your liver
+
Let the chopper bang on you like a Blood or a Cripper (gang)
+
Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnast
+
Made so much money off of dummies, off of dummies (yeah, gang)
+
I'm mister body catcher, Slaughter Gang soul snatcher
+
Ain't no regular F-150, this a f*ckin' Raptor (yeah, gang)
+
No capper, street nigga, not a rapper
+
Chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper (gang)
+
Smith & Wesson, I'm 4L Gang reppin'
+
We done baptized more niggas than a damn reverend (yeah, gang)
+
Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin'
+
Who you checkin'? This FN shoot East to West End (gang)
+
And he got the double-R droppy outside
+
Checked the weather and it's gettin' real oppy outside (gang)
+
I'ma drop this shit and have these pussies droppin' like some motherf*ckin' flies (yeah, gang)
+
Type of nigga that can't look me in the eyes
+
When I see you, better put that f*ckin' pride to the side (gang)
+
Many times, plenty times, I survived
+
Beef is live, spoiler alert, this nigga dies (yeah)
+
Keep blickies, and you know the weed sticky
+
My finger itchy, the Glock like to leave hickeys
+
Your shooters iffy, a street punk could never diss me
+
I come straight up out the 6, and we don't spare sissies
+
I f*ck with her, and f*ck with her, and her
+
I hit up err and tell him do the err, for sure (gang)
+
Voodoo curse, it got him while I flew to Turks
+
Know the dogs had to hit them where we knew it hurts (yeah)
+
Gang shit, that's all I'm on (yeah)
+
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Gang shit, that's all I'm on (yeah)
+
Let it bang, bang, let it bang, bang
+
'Til his brains hang and his mama sang
+
And the pastor sang and them bullets sang (gang)
+
And them choppers sang and the choir sang (yeah, gang)
+
Jacob charged me four-fifty for a tennis chain
+
US Open, had it on us at the tennis game (gang)
+
Tell the coach don't take me out, I like to finish games
+
And my pen insane, and my men insane (yeah, gang)
+
There's like eighty of us now, that's the scary thing
+
Shit they doin' on that other side embarrassing (gang)
+
We in Paris with it, hundred carats with it
+
All this shit is for my son, 'cause he's inheritin' it (yeah)
+
(If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you)
+
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Gang shit, that's all I'm on, yeah
+
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I gotta feed the streets, my pistol gon' bleed the streets
+
Ski mask on my face, sometimes you gotta cheat
+
To stay ahead in this bitch-a (gang), drank syrup like it's liquor
+
Street life'll have you catchin' up to God quicker (yeah, gang)
+
Sticker, AK-40 to your liver
+
Let the chopper bang on you like a Blood or a Cripper (gang)
+
Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnast
+
Made so much money off of dummies, off of dummies (yeah, gang)
+
I'm mister body catcher, Slaughter Gang soul snatcher
+
Ain't no regular F-150, this a f*ckin' Raptor (yeah, gang)
+
No capper, street nigga, not a rapper
+
Chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper (gang)
+
Smith & Wesson, I'm 4L Gang reppin'
+
We done baptized more niggas than a damn reverend (yeah, gang)
+
Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin'
+
Who you checkin'? This FN shoot East to West End (gang)
+
And he got the double-R droppy outside
+
Checked the weather and it's gettin' real oppy outside (gang)
+
I'ma drop this shit and have these pussies droppin' like some motherf*ckin' flies (yeah, gang)
+
Type of nigga that can't look me in the eyes
+
When I see you, better put that f*ckin' pride to the side (gang)
+
Many times, plenty times, I survived
+
Beef is live, spoiler alert, this nigga dies (yeah)
+
Keep blickies, and you know the weed sticky
+
My finger itchy, the Glock like to leave hickeys
+
Your shooters iffy, a street punk could never diss me
+
I come straight up out the 6, and we don't spare sissies
+
I f*ck with her, and f*ck with her, and her
+
I hit up err and tell him do the err, for sure (gang)
+
Voodoo curse, it got him while I flew to Turks
+
Know the dogs had to hit them where we knew it hurts (yeah)
+
Gang shit, that's all I'm on (yeah)
+
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Gang shit, that's all I'm on (yeah)
+
Let it bang, bang, let it bang, bang
+
'Til his brains hang and his mama sang
+
And the pastor sang and them bullets sang (gang)
+
And them choppers sang and the choir sang (yeah, gang)
+
Jacob charged me four-fifty for a tennis chain
+
US Open, had it on us at the tennis game (gang)
+
Tell the coach don't take me out, I like to finish games
+
And my pen insane, and my men insane (yeah, gang)
+
There's like eighty of us now, that's the scary thing
+
Shit they doin' on that other side embarrassing (gang)
+
We in Paris with it, hundred carats with it
+
All this shit is for my son, 'cause he's inheritin' it (yeah)
+
(If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you)
+
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
+
Gang shit, that's all I'm on, yeah
+
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Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Jerami Davis, Jordan Michael Houston, Leland Tyler Wayne, Patrick Earl Houston, Peter Lee Johnson, Rakim Mayers, Robert Mandell, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
7AM On Bridle Path
I wish everyone could tell me exactly what they need from me
+
The first second they speak to me, I'm not with all the secrecy
+
Secretly beefin' me behind closed doors
+
But playin' it peacefully for the streets to see
+
My nigga, have some decency
+
Could at least keep it a buck like Antetokounmpo
+
I made north of the border like Vito Rizzuto
+
Throwin' parties in Miami, they lovin' us mucho
+
With the ho ratio, I'm like David Caruso
+
There's a mad shortage of people givin' me kudos
+
I been doin' this since T-Pain was pourin' us Nuvo
+
You tell 'em I run country, they'll say, "Trudeau"
+
Papi chulo, grippin' culo
+
And I got the flows niggas steal like boot toes
+
You boys reachin' new lows
+
Lettin' me take the rap for that Casper the Ghost shit
+
While you findin' all of the loopholes
+
You niggas move too cold
+
See the watch collection and assume I got time
+
'Cause of the ruby rose two-tone
+
Or switch it to the one I call "R.I.P. Nipsey"
+
'Cause I swear to God the bezel got sixty of them blue stones
+
Maybe I'm gettin' too stoned
+
Calacatta marble for my tombstone
+
Here lies a nigga that never lied in his new song
+
Or any of his old songs
+
They sing them shits like folk songs
+
Know the owl stay on me
+
Bad bitches tryna come through and lay on me
+
Tryna get the earl grey on me
+
But I ain't really into talkin' names
+
Only tee you're getting from me is one for the walk of shame
+
Heart is on my sleeve and my body is in the hall of fame
+
High fashion and my life is full of climaxes
+
And my wishes come true without blowin' eyelashes
+
Up in 'Bron crib, fishbowl wineglasses
+
That's how we passin' time
+
Hundred thousand on the line
+
At the table prayin' banker shows a natural nine
+
It never happens half the time
+
My losing nights are still a vibe
+
That's the things I accept
+
You over there in denial, we not neck and neck
+
It's been a lot of years since we seen you comin' correct
+
Man, f*ck a "Respectfully," I just want my respect
+
They tried to label me mean, I say what I mean
+
People that could've stayed on the team
+
Clouds is hanging over you now, 'cause I'm reigning supreme
+
Some of these niggas say what they mean, it ain't what it seems
+
Had to pull my niggas out the mud like I'm trainin' Marines
+
You niggas hot to them little kids, you ain't famous to me
+
Told you I'm aimin' straight for the head, not aiming to please
+
I could give a f*ck about who designing your sneakers and tees
+
Have somebody put you on a Gildan, you play with my seed
+
Trust me, there's some shit you really gotta come see to believe
+
That's why your people not believers, they all leavin' ya
+
That's why you buyin' into the hype that the press feedin' ya
+
You know the fourth level of jealousy's called media
+
Isn't that an ironic revelation?
+
Give that address to your driver, make it your destination
+
'Stead of just a post out of desperation
+
This me reachin' the deepest state of my meditation
+
While you over there tryna impress the nation
+
Mind's runnin' wild with the speculation
+
Why the f*ck we peacemakin', doin' the explanations
+
If we just gon' be right back in that bitch without hesitation?
+
But let me digress on behalf of the association
+
I'll play it cool with you, Denmark a nigga like Copenhagen
+
See, they gettin' loose with the line like open cages
+
In a La Ferrari, my emotions racin', dancin' out a condo, ocean bathin'
+
Niggas textin' "Bro," but we are not of no close relation
+
I was down to give these niggas credit, but hold the payment
+
Somehow I'm the greatest in the game, to my own amazement
+
The greatest in the world, there's no debatin'
+
You boys 'bout to wheel me to defeat like we rollerbladin'
+
Far as the Drake era, man, we in the golden ages
+
Look at the total wages
+
And look at the heroes fallin' from grace in their older ages
+
If we talkin' top three, then you been slidin' to third like stolen bases
+
Toss around Rollies with the frozen faces
+
They used to tell me back in the day, "Boy, you going places"
+
Never understood where I could really take it
+
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I wish everyone could tell me exactly what they need from me
+
The first second they speak to me, I'm not with all the secrecy
+
Secretly beefin' me behind closed doors
+
But playin' it peacefully for the streets to see
+
My nigga, have some decency
+
Could at least keep it a buck like Antetokounmpo
+
I made north of the border like Vito Rizzuto
+
Throwin' parties in Miami, they lovin' us mucho
+
With the ho ratio, I'm like David Caruso
+
There's a mad shortage of people givin' me kudos
+
I been doin' this since T-Pain was pourin' us Nuvo
+
You tell 'em I run country, they'll say, "Trudeau"
+
Papi chulo, grippin' culo
+
And I got the flows niggas steal like boot toes
+
You boys reachin' new lows
+
Lettin' me take the rap for that Casper the Ghost shit
+
While you findin' all of the loopholes
+
You niggas move too cold
+
See the watch collection and assume I got time
+
'Cause of the ruby rose two-tone
+
Or switch it to the one I call "R.I.P. Nipsey"
+
'Cause I swear to God the bezel got sixty of them blue stones
+
Maybe I'm gettin' too stoned
+
Calacatta marble for my tombstone
+
Here lies a nigga that never lied in his new song
+
Or any of his old songs
+
They sing them shits like folk songs
+
Know the owl stay on me
+
Bad bitches tryna come through and lay on me
+
Tryna get the earl grey on me
+
But I ain't really into talkin' names
+
Only tee you're getting from me is one for the walk of shame
+
Heart is on my sleeve and my body is in the hall of fame
+
High fashion and my life is full of climaxes
+
And my wishes come true without blowin' eyelashes
+
Up in 'Bron crib, fishbowl wineglasses
+
That's how we passin' time
+
Hundred thousand on the line
+
At the table prayin' banker shows a natural nine
+
It never happens half the time
+
My losing nights are still a vibe
+
That's the things I accept
+
You over there in denial, we not neck and neck
+
It's been a lot of years since we seen you comin' correct
+
Man, f*ck a "Respectfully," I just want my respect
+
They tried to label me mean, I say what I mean
+
People that could've stayed on the team
+
Clouds is hanging over you now, 'cause I'm reigning supreme
+
Some of these niggas say what they mean, it ain't what it seems
+
Had to pull my niggas out the mud like I'm trainin' Marines
+
You niggas hot to them little kids, you ain't famous to me
+
Told you I'm aimin' straight for the head, not aiming to please
+
I could give a f*ck about who designing your sneakers and tees
+
Have somebody put you on a Gildan, you play with my seed
+
Trust me, there's some shit you really gotta come see to believe
+
That's why your people not believers, they all leavin' ya
+
That's why you buyin' into the hype that the press feedin' ya
+
You know the fourth level of jealousy's called media
+
Isn't that an ironic revelation?
+
Give that address to your driver, make it your destination
+
'Stead of just a post out of desperation
+
This me reachin' the deepest state of my meditation
+
While you over there tryna impress the nation
+
Mind's runnin' wild with the speculation
+
Why the f*ck we peacemakin', doin' the explanations
+
If we just gon' be right back in that bitch without hesitation?
+
But let me digress on behalf of the association
+
I'll play it cool with you, Denmark a nigga like Copenhagen
+
See, they gettin' loose with the line like open cages
+
In a La Ferrari, my emotions racin', dancin' out a condo, ocean bathin'
+
Niggas textin' "Bro," but we are not of no close relation
+
I was down to give these niggas credit, but hold the payment
+
Somehow I'm the greatest in the game, to my own amazement
+
The greatest in the world, there's no debatin'
+
You boys 'bout to wheel me to defeat like we rollerbladin'
+
Far as the Drake era, man, we in the golden ages
+
Look at the total wages
+
And look at the heroes fallin' from grace in their older ages
+
If we talkin' top three, then you been slidin' to third like stolen bases
+
Toss around Rollies with the frozen faces
+
They used to tell me back in the day, "Boy, you going places"
+
Never understood where I could really take it
+
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Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, David Agyepong Duodu, Dylan Taylor Cleary Krell, Maneesh Bidaye, Ronald La Tour
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Race My Mind
Just hung up the phone and I
+
Could already tell that you're comin' home intoxicated, ooh
+
So you better take your time with me
+
'Cause I remember last time you wouldn't make love to me
+
Then you fell fast asleep (I hope you niggas sleep)
+
Wouldn't even talk to me, no
+
Say, say I'm so crazy, baby (I'm so crazy)
+
I wanted you to race my mind, I got the keys
+
Since you're comin' home intoxicated, oh
+
I wanted you to race my mind, yeah
+
They said you got high as the sky
+
Up all night just dancing, huh
+
I hit you like, "Please come home to me" (come home to me)
+
But you're not understanding, no
+
You gon' make me beg, make me plead (plead)
+
I wanted you to race my mind, I got the keys
+
I just figured you could make time for me
+
Since you're comin' home intoxicated, oh, yeah
+
Race my mind, I got the keys, please
+
Picture me rolling through downtown in a A4
+
Picture my signature on a pair of some J 4s
+
Picture me carin' what niggas sayin' on Wi-Fi they don't pay for
+
Knew I needed love, but I think I value the hate more
+
To push towards things that I prayed for
+
Retrograde energy shifts are what I was made for
+
And don't you dare hit me back with no "K, sure"
+
Soon as I tell you that you the one I would wait for
+
You too saucy, too flossy, you moved in and moved off me
+
All to be with niggas who just startin' to move bossy
+
Maybe I just handled you too softly
+
Them boys got no Kelis in they blood
+
If your whole heart wasn't in it, I know a piece of it was
+
Posted that pic you sent me, it wasn't recent enough
+
How I'm supposed to wife it? You not Ayesha enough
+
You love getting T'd up
+
Love showin' the cakes, you know that they eat it up
+
Love touching the road as soon as it's heatin' up
+
Invited you over, you said that you showin' up
+
All them spelling mistakes, I know that you drunk as f*ck
+
All them other mistakes, let's let it be what it was
+
(Them niggas just can't understand it)
+
I want you to change my mind, I'm praying you pulling up
+
Know who you be around, I know that they teaming up
+
Telling you you better off leavin' me in the dust
+
I wanted you to race my mind, I got the keys
+
Since you're comin' home intoxicated, oh
+
I wanted you to race my mind, mind
+
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Just hung up the phone and I
+
Could already tell that you're comin' home intoxicated, ooh
+
So you better take your time with me
+
'Cause I remember last time you wouldn't make love to me
+
Then you fell fast asleep (I hope you niggas sleep)
+
Wouldn't even talk to me, no
+
Say, say I'm so crazy, baby (I'm so crazy)
+
I wanted you to race my mind, I got the keys
+
Since you're comin' home intoxicated, oh
+
I wanted you to race my mind, yeah
+
They said you got high as the sky
+
Up all night just dancing, huh
+
I hit you like, "Please come home to me" (come home to me)
+
But you're not understanding, no
+
You gon' make me beg, make me plead (plead)
+
I wanted you to race my mind, I got the keys
+
I just figured you could make time for me
+
Since you're comin' home intoxicated, oh, yeah
+
Race my mind, I got the keys, please
+
Picture me rolling through downtown in a A4
+
Picture my signature on a pair of some J 4s
+
Picture me carin' what niggas sayin' on Wi-Fi they don't pay for
+
Knew I needed love, but I think I value the hate more
+
To push towards things that I prayed for
+
Retrograde energy shifts are what I was made for
+
And don't you dare hit me back with no "K, sure"
+
Soon as I tell you that you the one I would wait for
+
You too saucy, too flossy, you moved in and moved off me
+
All to be with niggas who just startin' to move bossy
+
Maybe I just handled you too softly
+
Them boys got no Kelis in they blood
+
If your whole heart wasn't in it, I know a piece of it was
+
Posted that pic you sent me, it wasn't recent enough
+
How I'm supposed to wife it? You not Ayesha enough
+
You love getting T'd up
+
Love showin' the cakes, you know that they eat it up
+
Love touching the road as soon as it's heatin' up
+
Invited you over, you said that you showin' up
+
All them spelling mistakes, I know that you drunk as f*ck
+
All them other mistakes, let's let it be what it was
+
(Them niggas just can't understand it)
+
I want you to change my mind, I'm praying you pulling up
+
Know who you be around, I know that they teaming up
+
Telling you you better off leavin' me in the dust
+
I wanted you to race my mind, I got the keys
+
Since you're comin' home intoxicated, oh
+
I wanted you to race my mind, mind
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham, Noah Shebib, Christopher Wallace, Osten Harvey, David Axelrod, Nile Goveia, Scott Zhang
Copyright: Lyrics © RAILROAD TOWN MUSIC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fountains
How do you know the way I feel?
+
You got me losing my mind, oh
+
Try to suppress my emotions
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They're bursting like fountains, baby
+
They take me up, they take me down
+
I'm getting weak in my knees, oh
+
I got nothing to admire, taste certain
+
Baby, longing you make me feel something
+
I got my eyes on you, pull down the curtain
+
I'll be patient with you, no more fighting
+
Come in, come in, yeah, come in
+
I cannot fathom this life without you
+
Whoa, oh, come in, come in, yeah, come in
+
This feels like home now
+
Baby, baby (yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
Yeah, yeah, you know (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
It's in the air tonight, yeah, yeah, yeah
+
You know it's all your fault
+
No, I don't wanna say no
+
You've broken down the door
+
Would you let me love you, me love you?
+
Would you let me love you, me love you, baby?
+
I got nothing to admire, taste certain
+
Baby, longing you make me feel something
+
I got my eyes on you, pull down the curtain
+
I'll be patient with you, no more fighting
+
Come in, come in, yeah, come in
+
I cannot fathom this life without you
+
Whoa, oh, come in, come in, yeah, come in
+
This feels like home now
+
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English
How do you know the way I feel?
+
You got me losing my mind, oh
+
Try to suppress my emotions
+
They're bursting like fountains, baby
+
They take me up, they take me down
+
I'm getting weak in my knees, oh
+
I got nothing to admire, taste certain
+
Baby, longing you make me feel something
+
I got my eyes on you, pull down the curtain
+
I'll be patient with you, no more fighting
+
Come in, come in, yeah, come in
+
I cannot fathom this life without you
+
Whoa, oh, come in, come in, yeah, come in
+
This feels like home now
+
Baby, baby (yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
Yeah, yeah, you know (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
It's in the air tonight, yeah, yeah, yeah
+
You know it's all your fault
+
No, I don't wanna say no
+
You've broken down the door
+
Would you let me love you, me love you?
+
Would you let me love you, me love you, baby?
+
I got nothing to admire, taste certain
+
Baby, longing you make me feel something
+
I got my eyes on you, pull down the curtain
+
I'll be patient with you, no more fighting
+
Come in, come in, yeah, come in
+
I cannot fathom this life without you
+
Whoa, oh, come in, come in, yeah, come in
+
This feels like home now
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham, Mukengerwa Tresor Riziki, Temilade Openiyi
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Get Along Better
This might be too real, too real
+
Hold me closer in these
+
Trying times, supposed to be mine
+
I need some help just like anyone else
+
Hold me closer in these
+
Trying times, open your eyes
+
You said you felt something for me (talk to 'em)
+
Based on the signals you send
+
Based on the way you apologize
+
When you came to see me and then (then what?)
+
You had the nerve to defend (defend what?)
+
Mistakes that you made at the end
+
You said I was too invested
+
And that's what had forced you to go and pretend
+
Someone that's close to you reached out to me just to see if we had made amends (oh)
+
Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge
+
But now I get along better with your friend (woo)
+
And it's wrong, I know (know, know, know)
+
Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge
+
I get along better with your friend (oh)
+
And it's wrong, I know, it's wrong, I know, oh
+
You said you felt, you said you felt
+
Something that's different from everyone else
+
You had the nerve to still ask for my help
+
Dug you out ditches, you buried yourself, ah-oh
+
And I took your word that night in our hotel
+
One thing about time, surely, time's gonna tell
+
Never had to work for much, so you said it yourself, ah-oh, oh
+
Can't let it go, can't get this out of me
+
This shit still bothers me
+
Don't you dare (don't you dare)
+
Don't say you're proud of me (don't you dare)
+
That shit's not real to me (don't you dare)
+
Now you wanna come crack to me (crack, crack)
+
Three whole years after me
+
Why did you wait 'til the end?
+
Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge
+
But now I get along better with your friend, friend
+
And it don't feel wrong, but again
+
Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge
+
I get along better with your friend
+
Oh, and it's wrong, I know, but again
+
Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge
+
I get along better with your friend
+
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English
This might be too real, too real
+
Hold me closer in these
+
Trying times, supposed to be mine
+
I need some help just like anyone else
+
Hold me closer in these
+
Trying times, open your eyes
+
You said you felt something for me (talk to 'em)
+
Based on the signals you send
+
Based on the way you apologize
+
When you came to see me and then (then what?)
+
You had the nerve to defend (defend what?)
+
Mistakes that you made at the end
+
You said I was too invested
+
And that's what had forced you to go and pretend
+
Someone that's close to you reached out to me just to see if we had made amends (oh)
+
Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge
+
But now I get along better with your friend (woo)
+
And it's wrong, I know (know, know, know)
+
Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge
+
I get along better with your friend (oh)
+
And it's wrong, I know, it's wrong, I know, oh
+
You said you felt, you said you felt
+
Something that's different from everyone else
+
You had the nerve to still ask for my help
+
Dug you out ditches, you buried yourself, ah-oh
+
And I took your word that night in our hotel
+
One thing about time, surely, time's gonna tell
+
Never had to work for much, so you said it yourself, ah-oh, oh
+
Can't let it go, can't get this out of me
+
This shit still bothers me
+
Don't you dare (don't you dare)
+
Don't say you're proud of me (don't you dare)
+
That shit's not real to me (don't you dare)
+
Now you wanna come crack to me (crack, crack)
+
Three whole years after me
+
Why did you wait 'til the end?
+
Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge
+
But now I get along better with your friend, friend
+
And it don't feel wrong, but again
+
Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge
+
I get along better with your friend
+
Oh, and it's wrong, I know, but again
+
Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge
+
I get along better with your friend
+
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Writer: Anthony Paul Jefferies, Aubrey Drake Graham, Noah James Shebib, Noel Newman Sean Cadastre, Tyrone William Jr. Griffin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
You Only Live Twice
No, I'm never gangbangin' in my blue Chucks
+
Money callin' so I threw the deuce up
+
Yeah, they plottin' on me but they gotta do somethin'
+
Told my dawg two-somethin' just to shoot somethin'
+
Left them niggas stretched out on the train tracks
+
Rather you than me, here come that payback
+
Got 'em lookin' for that paper that they can't tax
+
Yayo so clean, I told 'em call it, "Ajax"
+
Hialeah celebrated when Fidel died
+
Patti LaBelle, who knew that we would sell pies?
+
Standin' on your own is when you realize
+
When all the lights go out, that's when you see the real guys
+
Back to the real niggas glowin' in the dark
+
Never perfect but you know a nigga hard
+
A rich nigga that'll pull up to the park
+
Get on one knee and tell the kids that they are stars
+
Bullet wounds don't be covered by ObamaCare
+
Your funeral was way too soon, that's if your mama there
+
Real niggas deserve to live twice
+
Plastic fork and some fried rice
+
Yeah, two-point-two for the Rafael Nadal
+
Don't act like you're happy for me now
+
Don't act like you wasn't prayin' for catastrophic collapses
+
Still runnin' the game, don't ask me about the practice
+
Ho, you go on vacation, don't ask me about relaxin'
+
Not sure if you know but I'm actually Michael Jackson
+
The man I see in the mirror is actually goin' platinum
+
Unthinkable when I think of the way these niggas been actin'
+
Yeah, I never did you nothin' and you play like we family, huh?
+
Next thing, you wanna shoot me down, it can't be love
+
Not sure where you was tryna send it, it can't be up
+
That day you sounded like a bitch, you fancy, huh?
+
Damn, how can I forgive like this?
+
I gotta dead a lot of shit just to live like this
+
I had to f*ck a lot of girls to get a kid like this
+
I had to get a lot of cribs to get a crib like this, nigga
+
That's why I'm movin' all elusive
+
These boys on they last resort and it's givin' us all inclusive
+
Been spazzin' since CB was chunkin' up the deuces, nigga
+
Your shit was boo-boo, excuses, excuses, nigga
+
Brrrt, may I speak to pussy niggas?
+
I just call it like I see it, I ain't even lookin', nigga
+
I just walk it like I speak and I ain't speakin' to them niggas
+
I ain't starvin', I'm just greedy, all I eat is pussy, nigga
+
Don't wan' see these pussy niggas
+
Y'all can't see me, pussy niggas
+
You keep talkin' like you eatin', I'ma feed you bullets, nigga
+
I might even cook a nigga, all my weed is cookies, nigga
+
Shove a 8-ball up her pussy like a fetus for me, nigga
+
I got bitches doin' lines, I'm Adidas to 'em, nigga
+
I got sentenced, took some time and it was easier than simple
+
I'm so difficult to fathom like a fever in the winter
+
I got women in the Phantom with they cleavage out the window
+
Long hair, lot of tats and I smell like the pack
+
Money trail right on track
+
With that big body Maybach like it's a little Pontiac
+
All my chains look like snakes, that's some real diamondbacks
+
Pull my hammer out her pussy, pull her nails out my back
+
On the scale, my pockets fat
+
And to this whale, you like a ant
+
I'ma dog, if you a dog, then pull your tail up out your ass
+
And on this Codeine, I'm a turtle, it done shell-shocked my ass
+
I'm the hottest on the cellblock, I promise
+
I can fly to check my mailbox, invoices soundin' like Jill Scott
+
Pill popped, house in Hidden Hills on the hilltop
+
Her ears popped, she lick my lollipop and my teardrops, Tunechi
+
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No, I'm never gangbangin' in my blue Chucks
+
Money callin' so I threw the deuce up
+
Yeah, they plottin' on me but they gotta do somethin'
+
Told my dawg two-somethin' just to shoot somethin'
+
Left them niggas stretched out on the train tracks
+
Rather you than me, here come that payback
+
Got 'em lookin' for that paper that they can't tax
+
Yayo so clean, I told 'em call it, "Ajax"
+
Hialeah celebrated when Fidel died
+
Patti LaBelle, who knew that we would sell pies?
+
Standin' on your own is when you realize
+
When all the lights go out, that's when you see the real guys
+
Back to the real niggas glowin' in the dark
+
Never perfect but you know a nigga hard
+
A rich nigga that'll pull up to the park
+
Get on one knee and tell the kids that they are stars
+
Bullet wounds don't be covered by ObamaCare
+
Your funeral was way too soon, that's if your mama there
+
Real niggas deserve to live twice
+
Plastic fork and some fried rice
+
Yeah, two-point-two for the Rafael Nadal
+
Don't act like you're happy for me now
+
Don't act like you wasn't prayin' for catastrophic collapses
+
Still runnin' the game, don't ask me about the practice
+
Ho, you go on vacation, don't ask me about relaxin'
+
Not sure if you know but I'm actually Michael Jackson
+
The man I see in the mirror is actually goin' platinum
+
Unthinkable when I think of the way these niggas been actin'
+
Yeah, I never did you nothin' and you play like we family, huh?
+
Next thing, you wanna shoot me down, it can't be love
+
Not sure where you was tryna send it, it can't be up
+
That day you sounded like a bitch, you fancy, huh?
+
Damn, how can I forgive like this?
+
I gotta dead a lot of shit just to live like this
+
I had to f*ck a lot of girls to get a kid like this
+
I had to get a lot of cribs to get a crib like this, nigga
+
That's why I'm movin' all elusive
+
These boys on they last resort and it's givin' us all inclusive
+
Been spazzin' since CB was chunkin' up the deuces, nigga
+
Your shit was boo-boo, excuses, excuses, nigga
+
Brrrt, may I speak to pussy niggas?
+
I just call it like I see it, I ain't even lookin', nigga
+
I just walk it like I speak and I ain't speakin' to them niggas
+
I ain't starvin', I'm just greedy, all I eat is pussy, nigga
+
Don't wan' see these pussy niggas
+
Y'all can't see me, pussy niggas
+
You keep talkin' like you eatin', I'ma feed you bullets, nigga
+
I might even cook a nigga, all my weed is cookies, nigga
+
Shove a 8-ball up her pussy like a fetus for me, nigga
+
I got bitches doin' lines, I'm Adidas to 'em, nigga
+
I got sentenced, took some time and it was easier than simple
+
I'm so difficult to fathom like a fever in the winter
+
I got women in the Phantom with they cleavage out the window
+
Long hair, lot of tats and I smell like the pack
+
Money trail right on track
+
With that big body Maybach like it's a little Pontiac
+
All my chains look like snakes, that's some real diamondbacks
+
Pull my hammer out her pussy, pull her nails out my back
+
On the scale, my pockets fat
+
And to this whale, you like a ant
+
I'ma dog, if you a dog, then pull your tail up out your ass
+
And on this Codeine, I'm a turtle, it done shell-shocked my ass
+
I'm the hottest on the cellblock, I promise
+
I can fly to check my mailbox, invoices soundin' like Jill Scott
+
Pill popped, house in Hidden Hills on the hilltop
+
Her ears popped, she lick my lollipop and my teardrops, Tunechi
+
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Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Dwayne Carter, William II Roberts, Brian Reid, Roosevelt III Harrell
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
IMY2
I think that's what life is about
+
And then closin' your eyes and dyin' in your sleep
+
Lifted are my days, my dreams are vivid colors (woo)
+
The jet is low, they make me take your trips, we fly by (let's go)
+
No stress is on my brain, no worries here, I'm chosen (yeah, yeah)
+
Made another way, my nigga, watch me go shine
+
When I close my eyes, my world comes alive (yeah)
+
People grow, good times sometimes (nigga)
+
Real niggas in life survive (yeah)
+
And I'm sailin' to the edge of my mind
+
Nigga, double up life (yeah, yeah)
+
Set the tempo, got a nympho on my line (yeah-yeah)
+
Said she wanna unwind (she do)
+
And I'm focused on gettin' more
+
They too stuck on gettin' even, I'm ready for it
+
We should really be together more
+
'Cause I know we got some time but I'm never sure
+
Catch me ten-toes in the limelight (yeah)
+
F*ck the world up, on my life, right
+
Sayin' I'm the one, she lie, lie
+
She checkin' for me, now baby come in my dreams, my dreams (yeah)
+
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
+
Hey-ayy, hey-ayy, hey-yeah
+
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
+
Finding myself as the days
+
Fly by like us on the move
+
You told me I was a phase
+
Okay, fine, I miss you too
+
Probably wouldn't believe me if I told you
+
Pieces of myself that I should never lose
+
All these people that love you don't know you
+
How am I supposed to move?
+
Hey-ayy, hey-ayy, hey-yeah
+
How am I supposed to move?
+
All my niggas rally 'round me
+
Bold niggas gettin' real italics 'round me
+
Finally circled, found the purple
+
Undisclosed amounts straight from Universal
+
Too commercial, 'leven years later, I done found my purpose
+
Here I am, oh, they mad
+
Goin' out swingin' for 'em, goin' out sad
+
Catch me ten-toes in the limelight (yeah)
+
F*ck the world up, on my life, right
+
Sayin' I'm the one, she lie, lie
+
She checkin' for me, now baby come in my dreams, my dreams (yeah)
+
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
+
Hey-ayy, hey-ayy, hey-yeah
+
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
+
Finding myself as the days
+
Fly by like us on the move
+
You told me I was a phase
+
Okay, fine, I miss you too
+
Probably wouldn't believe me if I told you
+
Pieces of myself that I should never lose
+
All these people that love you don't know you
+
How am I supposed to move?
+
We should really be together more
+
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English
I think that's what life is about
+
And then closin' your eyes and dyin' in your sleep
+
Lifted are my days, my dreams are vivid colors (woo)
+
The jet is low, they make me take your trips, we fly by (let's go)
+
No stress is on my brain, no worries here, I'm chosen (yeah, yeah)
+
Made another way, my nigga, watch me go shine
+
When I close my eyes, my world comes alive (yeah)
+
People grow, good times sometimes (nigga)
+
Real niggas in life survive (yeah)
+
And I'm sailin' to the edge of my mind
+
Nigga, double up life (yeah, yeah)
+
Set the tempo, got a nympho on my line (yeah-yeah)
+
Said she wanna unwind (she do)
+
And I'm focused on gettin' more
+
They too stuck on gettin' even, I'm ready for it
+
We should really be together more
+
'Cause I know we got some time but I'm never sure
+
Catch me ten-toes in the limelight (yeah)
+
F*ck the world up, on my life, right
+
Sayin' I'm the one, she lie, lie
+
She checkin' for me, now baby come in my dreams, my dreams (yeah)
+
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
+
Hey-ayy, hey-ayy, hey-yeah
+
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
+
Finding myself as the days
+
Fly by like us on the move
+
You told me I was a phase
+
Okay, fine, I miss you too
+
Probably wouldn't believe me if I told you
+
Pieces of myself that I should never lose
+
All these people that love you don't know you
+
How am I supposed to move?
+
Hey-ayy, hey-ayy, hey-yeah
+
How am I supposed to move?
+
All my niggas rally 'round me
+
Bold niggas gettin' real italics 'round me
+
Finally circled, found the purple
+
Undisclosed amounts straight from Universal
+
Too commercial, 'leven years later, I done found my purpose
+
Here I am, oh, they mad
+
Goin' out swingin' for 'em, goin' out sad
+
Catch me ten-toes in the limelight (yeah)
+
F*ck the world up, on my life, right
+
Sayin' I'm the one, she lie, lie
+
She checkin' for me, now baby come in my dreams, my dreams (yeah)
+
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
+
Hey-ayy, hey-ayy, hey-yeah
+
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
+
Finding myself as the days
+
Fly by like us on the move
+
You told me I was a phase
+
Okay, fine, I miss you too
+
Probably wouldn't believe me if I told you
+
Pieces of myself that I should never lose
+
All these people that love you don't know you
+
How am I supposed to move?
+
We should really be together more
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham, Ayoub Benfaress, Clifford E Owuor, Dounia Aznou, Eddy Bizimana, Harley Arsenault, Kaniel Castaneda, Scott Mescudi
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Fucking Fans
I'm still working on me
+
And I'm coming back better for you (I'm comin' back, oh-ooh)
+
Most times it was my selfishness and your helplessness
+
That I took advantage of
+
You sit in the house and I be out and I know you're worried, uh
+
(I know you're worried, you're worried, you're worried)
+
And you try block it out
+
I'm so sorry for letting you down (oh-oh, oh-ah)
+
I should've came home, came home sooner
+
You'd probably still be there if I
+
Came home, love you like I treat ya
+
My girl, my lil' baby speechless
+
You'd still be there, baby
+
I'm still working on me (work it)
+
And I'm coming back with a plan
+
And there's money in my hand, baby (work it)
+
You said I was f*cking up when I was out here f*cking fans
+
Damn, and it made you look crazy
+
Made you seem, made you feel, it was crazy (ooh-ah)
+
While you sit in the house, I be out and you stay worried about me (oh)
+
Nights when I just needed to hold somebody
+
Feeling overwhelmed, should've told somebody
+
Picturin' it's me sending chills through your body
+
I just probably should've chilled 'til I saw you
+
How am I supposed to get to know somebody?
+
Nigga left his 20s and I still wanna party
+
I can not be trusted on my own with nobody
+
If we broke it off then you know it wasn't painless
+
If she got a watch then you know it's not a stainless
+
I was out here f*cking fans, I was shameless
+
You was at the crib reading stories that they sent you
+
Most of that was bullshit but some of it I did do
+
Hard for me to justify the women I was into
+
Especially when the whole entire world wished they had you
+
Then I locked the door that night in Vegas 'cause I had to
+
Then I had a kid even though I never planned to
+
I cannot imagine when your girls gave you that news
+
Probably made you wanna hit the streets on everything
+
Probably made you wanna pour bleach on everything
+
Probably made you wanna kill me on everything
+
Yeah, trust, I know that (trust, I know)
+
Dialing, I'ma say two, zero, one, four
+
'Cause you're on the same shit that you was on before
+
I know you're not happy, girl, everybody know
+
Could see it in your boyfriend eyes at the show
+
Don't tell me let it go, I'm a letting go pro
+
You don't wanna grow but we gotta outgrow
+
Went six digits on the lock screen code
+
You crack into that ho and it's gon' be a lot of smoke
+
We both gettin' rich but the trust getting broke
+
Tear me down with words but I know that's how you cope
+
Cover up a lot, can't cover up your soul
+
Know you're not happy, girl, everybody know
+
(Trust, I know that, trust, I know)
+
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I'm still working on me
+
And I'm coming back better for you (I'm comin' back, oh-ooh)
+
Most times it was my selfishness and your helplessness
+
That I took advantage of
+
You sit in the house and I be out and I know you're worried, uh
+
(I know you're worried, you're worried, you're worried)
+
And you try block it out
+
I'm so sorry for letting you down (oh-oh, oh-ah)
+
I should've came home, came home sooner
+
You'd probably still be there if I
+
Came home, love you like I treat ya
+
My girl, my lil' baby speechless
+
You'd still be there, baby
+
I'm still working on me (work it)
+
And I'm coming back with a plan
+
And there's money in my hand, baby (work it)
+
You said I was f*cking up when I was out here f*cking fans
+
Damn, and it made you look crazy
+
Made you seem, made you feel, it was crazy (ooh-ah)
+
While you sit in the house, I be out and you stay worried about me (oh)
+
Nights when I just needed to hold somebody
+
Feeling overwhelmed, should've told somebody
+
Picturin' it's me sending chills through your body
+
I just probably should've chilled 'til I saw you
+
How am I supposed to get to know somebody?
+
Nigga left his 20s and I still wanna party
+
I can not be trusted on my own with nobody
+
If we broke it off then you know it wasn't painless
+
If she got a watch then you know it's not a stainless
+
I was out here f*cking fans, I was shameless
+
You was at the crib reading stories that they sent you
+
Most of that was bullshit but some of it I did do
+
Hard for me to justify the women I was into
+
Especially when the whole entire world wished they had you
+
Then I locked the door that night in Vegas 'cause I had to
+
Then I had a kid even though I never planned to
+
I cannot imagine when your girls gave you that news
+
Probably made you wanna hit the streets on everything
+
Probably made you wanna pour bleach on everything
+
Probably made you wanna kill me on everything
+
Yeah, trust, I know that (trust, I know)
+
Dialing, I'ma say two, zero, one, four
+
'Cause you're on the same shit that you was on before
+
I know you're not happy, girl, everybody know
+
Could see it in your boyfriend eyes at the show
+
Don't tell me let it go, I'm a letting go pro
+
You don't wanna grow but we gotta outgrow
+
Went six digits on the lock screen code
+
You crack into that ho and it's gon' be a lot of smoke
+
We both gettin' rich but the trust getting broke
+
Tear me down with words but I know that's how you cope
+
Cover up a lot, can't cover up your soul
+
Know you're not happy, girl, everybody know
+
(Trust, I know that, trust, I know)
+
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Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Jahron Anthony Brathwaite, Noah James Shebib, Noel Newman Sean Cadastre, Peter Ian Ring
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Remorse
Look, me and Lil Sandra bagging CDs in the bubble wrap
+
People recognize me from the TV, but I'm done with that
+
People don't wanna see me succeed, this shit come with that
+
Even when I come back, I don't know if it's me that's gonna be coming back
+
Soon as I left, I had to make peace with that
+
Dropped out of school 'cause nobody was teaching that
+
The Best Western's where a nigga was sleeping at
+
Daemen College booking me to pull up and speak the facts
+
Even if they make a movie 'bout us, this shit'll be hard to reenact
+
Dislocated shoulder, it's hard to be always reaching back
+
All these IOUs, it's hard for me to be keeping track
+
Friends that dedicated they life to just keeping me intact
+
Hard to pay 40, pay Noel, pay Niko back
+
All the nights I needed to vent to someone and CJ sat
+
All the nights Chubbs was pulling up where I need him at
+
All the times Mark was making sure that my luggage packed
+
At times he had to double back
+
I mean even with a salary you can't put no prices on that
+
There is no salary cap, there is no paying 'em back, for real
+
I wonder what it could've been if I had snakes in the mix
+
Actually, I never wanna know 'cause we made it like this
+
Shots gotta fly either way now, make it or miss
+
Overtime, I was all good, we take it in shifts
+
What would you do if it wasn't this? That's a hard one
+
The finish line is where I like to pull up and start from
+
Pain is just a place that I go and get the bars from
+
Anxiety's a drug that I use to get the job done
+
Delusional is a space I like to think that I'm far from
+
My son is the one thing I hate to be apart from
+
Bet against me, don't know where they're getting their odds from
+
I know that when it's done, I'm going wherever God's from
+
But I still don't know where I get the calm from
+
(Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
+
(Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa)
+
Look, gotta hold my head high up with two dry eyes
+
I told you everything is fine, dawg, but I lied
+
I be tryna draw the line, but it's a fine line
+
And I'm drowning out the noise from the sideline
+
Sometimes it's louder than the voice I got in my mind
+
I can't even hear myself when I get quiet time
+
Like how they telling me I'm done when I'm in my prime?
+
They've been tryna push the narrative since '09
+
And they even had my ass convinced a couple times
+
But that ain't even the half, I had tougher times
+
Only look for sympathy inside my mothers eyes
+
And it's whatever with them niggas on the other side
+
We got problems we could never really put aside
+
I cracked the door for us all, put my foot inside
+
I tried to kill them boys with kindness, but they wouldn't die
+
So now I kill 'em all for acting like they couldn't die, yeah
+
My hard work doesn't just pay off, it pays all the family debts off
+
I'm taking heads off, Future out here like Irving Azoff
+
Houses paid off, label paid off, my soul for the money wasn't the trade off
+
Unlike most of you boys that fade off
+
I feel guilty taking some days off
+
Please don't Google my net worth, the numbers are way off
+
I mean if you comparing it to what I really made off with
+
I'm more like Bernie with all the earnings that they came off
+
Trust me it was nothing light, holmes
+
They tried to give me a slice of the pie and I took the knife home
+
Can't picture being a hubby, finger too stubby to fit a ring on
+
Unless Kawhi wanna run it back
+
Other than that, the strings will be unattached
+
Certified Lover Boy, I'm not the one for cuddling or none of that
+
Y'all music gets watered down when you love 'em back
+
And you know what I'm on, blowing past ya, owning masters
+
Said you're like a father figure to me
+
But now daddy's not around, so I'm a bastard
+
Oh, of course, the only villain that show remorse when I owe you more
+
Soft spot for all of the ones that came before, I can't ignore it
+
I'm always tryna rekindle
+
From the bottom to the top, man, what's it like in the middle?
+
From the lemon-faced radio host that love to be bitter
+
To my dawgs in the game who wasn't pick of the litter
+
For the young Gs out here starting from the beginning
+
Nobody praying for you when you winning, don't forget it
+
(Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa)
+
(Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa)
+
Said it's hard when it starts to fade away
+
Said it's hard when it starts to fade away
+
And it's hard when it starts to fade away
+
Hard when it starts to fade away
+
It's hard when the memories start to fade away
+
Its hard when the memories start to fade away
+
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
(Ooh, ooh) so beautiful
+
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Look, me and Lil Sandra bagging CDs in the bubble wrap
+
People recognize me from the TV, but I'm done with that
+
People don't wanna see me succeed, this shit come with that
+
Even when I come back, I don't know if it's me that's gonna be coming back
+
Soon as I left, I had to make peace with that
+
Dropped out of school 'cause nobody was teaching that
+
The Best Western's where a nigga was sleeping at
+
Daemen College booking me to pull up and speak the facts
+
Even if they make a movie 'bout us, this shit'll be hard to reenact
+
Dislocated shoulder, it's hard to be always reaching back
+
All these IOUs, it's hard for me to be keeping track
+
Friends that dedicated they life to just keeping me intact
+
Hard to pay 40, pay Noel, pay Niko back
+
All the nights I needed to vent to someone and CJ sat
+
All the nights Chubbs was pulling up where I need him at
+
All the times Mark was making sure that my luggage packed
+
At times he had to double back
+
I mean even with a salary you can't put no prices on that
+
There is no salary cap, there is no paying 'em back, for real
+
I wonder what it could've been if I had snakes in the mix
+
Actually, I never wanna know 'cause we made it like this
+
Shots gotta fly either way now, make it or miss
+
Overtime, I was all good, we take it in shifts
+
What would you do if it wasn't this? That's a hard one
+
The finish line is where I like to pull up and start from
+
Pain is just a place that I go and get the bars from
+
Anxiety's a drug that I use to get the job done
+
Delusional is a space I like to think that I'm far from
+
My son is the one thing I hate to be apart from
+
Bet against me, don't know where they're getting their odds from
+
I know that when it's done, I'm going wherever God's from
+
But I still don't know where I get the calm from
+
(Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
+
(Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa)
+
Look, gotta hold my head high up with two dry eyes
+
I told you everything is fine, dawg, but I lied
+
I be tryna draw the line, but it's a fine line
+
And I'm drowning out the noise from the sideline
+
Sometimes it's louder than the voice I got in my mind
+
I can't even hear myself when I get quiet time
+
Like how they telling me I'm done when I'm in my prime?
+
They've been tryna push the narrative since '09
+
And they even had my ass convinced a couple times
+
But that ain't even the half, I had tougher times
+
Only look for sympathy inside my mothers eyes
+
And it's whatever with them niggas on the other side
+
We got problems we could never really put aside
+
I cracked the door for us all, put my foot inside
+
I tried to kill them boys with kindness, but they wouldn't die
+
So now I kill 'em all for acting like they couldn't die, yeah
+
My hard work doesn't just pay off, it pays all the family debts off
+
I'm taking heads off, Future out here like Irving Azoff
+
Houses paid off, label paid off, my soul for the money wasn't the trade off
+
Unlike most of you boys that fade off
+
I feel guilty taking some days off
+
Please don't Google my net worth, the numbers are way off
+
I mean if you comparing it to what I really made off with
+
I'm more like Bernie with all the earnings that they came off
+
Trust me it was nothing light, holmes
+
They tried to give me a slice of the pie and I took the knife home
+
Can't picture being a hubby, finger too stubby to fit a ring on
+
Unless Kawhi wanna run it back
+
Other than that, the strings will be unattached
+
Certified Lover Boy, I'm not the one for cuddling or none of that
+
Y'all music gets watered down when you love 'em back
+
And you know what I'm on, blowing past ya, owning masters
+
Said you're like a father figure to me
+
But now daddy's not around, so I'm a bastard
+
Oh, of course, the only villain that show remorse when I owe you more
+
Soft spot for all of the ones that came before, I can't ignore it
+
I'm always tryna rekindle
+
From the bottom to the top, man, what's it like in the middle?
+
From the lemon-faced radio host that love to be bitter
+
To my dawgs in the game who wasn't pick of the litter
+
For the young Gs out here starting from the beginning
+
Nobody praying for you when you winning, don't forget it
+
(Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa)
+
(Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa)
+
Said it's hard when it starts to fade away
+
Said it's hard when it starts to fade away
+
And it's hard when it starts to fade away
+
Hard when it starts to fade away
+
It's hard when the memories start to fade away
+
Its hard when the memories start to fade away
+
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
(Ooh, ooh) so beautiful
+
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Writer: Anthony Cornelius Hamilton, Aubrey Drake Graham, Noah James Shebib
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
