Drake - Honestly, Nevermind Lyrics
Intro
Aye whoa shut up aint pickin' up shit
Don't know you need to get off my dick
Work too hard think I need to quit
Nah just playin I'll see ya next shift
Got the store jumpin like a trap house
Kal in control never blacked out
Aint no need to be mad now
I spit flow like a damn spout
There aint no more need for usurping
I think God believe in my purpose
Only bend the knee when I worship
Pray my Dopamine resurface
People round me like Kal calm down
Wait dont you see im the man right now
Stress with that you cant find out
You chill too much laid up at the house
Pull you off like some velcro
And Ion need your f*ckin help no
Stackin up my wealth bro
Got one girl f*ck yourself hoe
Got some shit that dont need addressin
Got good weed dont need the resin
Tell the truth cuz I hate the guessin
I'll cut you off at my own discretion
I'm funny man but dont play around
You'll catch hands on my playground
KD the king who aint been crowned
You'll bend the knee or get torn down
Made my first rack and I did it legitly
I know one day that I'll make me a milly
Imma blow soon and I know it sounds silly
How could I not all these people gone feel me
Aint lost no more I found new hope
Call the ATF cuz im too dope
And the boy too sweet like glucose
Why my girl wont leave I suppose
She got some cake and Im cleaning the plate
Dont love herself but Im changing her ways
I swear to god this girl changin my fate
After this tape know im uppin my rate
It's about time that I'm makin a change
If I'm not happy than I am to blame
Gotta stop given away the key to my fate
Gotta quit actin like nothing's at stake
F*ck whatchu think imma get me a deal
Bet imma blow I spit shit you can feel
Yall can sit back and admire my zeal
Live what I spit so I bet I die real
All this attention is new to me
Do whatchu can to get through to me
DM me whatchu gone do to me
Me and wifey laughin equally
Duckin me with that glitch flow
You aint shit but a bitch bro
Paid twice the fee and I get ghost
Guess it is what it is tho
LSL send the beats I batter em
Intricate schemes in my stratagem
Blow your head back like I had a gun
Push come to shove then im grabbin one
Rap got a new goat
Kal losin control
This just a intro
Welcome to Newhope
Writer: Kalvin Patterson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Falling Back
Oh, yeah
Ayy, yuh
Ayy, ayy
Oh
Finding myself, showing myself
Finding a way to stay outta the way
Holding me back, supposed to come right back
Guardin' myself while I'm all on display
I know you know all about it
I know, deep down, you feel the same
I know you know how I feel
I know you know how I feel
How do I
How do I feel? How do I feel?
How do you say to my face, "Time heals"?
Then go and leave me again, unreal
I see us fadin' away, I'm still
Holdin' my breath for the day that you will
See that the effort I make is too real
How can you say that you know how I feel?
Ayy, wee
How can you say you know what I'm feeling? Wait
Know what I'm feeling, wait, you don't feel nothing, wait
Nothing is healing, wait, time is just killing, wait
How can you say, wait, you know what I'm feeling, wait
You know what I'm feeling, wait, you don't feel nothing, wait
Time isn't healing, wait, time is revealing, wait
How are you feeling? Wait, you don't feel nothing
Me
Me
Just like I expected
Falling back on me
Falling back, if I
Falling back on me
Falling back on me
Falling back on me
Falling back on me
Falling back on me
Falling back on me
Falling back on me
Falling back on me
Falling back on me
Falling back on me
Falling back on me
Falling back on me
Falling back on me
Falling back on me
Falling back on me
Falling back on me
Falling back on me
Falling back on me
Falling back on me
What would you do without me?
What would you do without me?
I think you would lose everything
Fallin' back on me
Well, hear wah, you don't test
Writer: Alexander Lustig, Andre Boadu, Astrop Christian B. Anastasiou, Aubrey Drake Graham, Gregor Suetterlin
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Texts Go Green
(Ayy)
If I come around you, can I be myself?
Wind up in the mirror just to see yourself
If I was in your shoes, I would hate myself
Left all this behind to be with someone else, oh
Why should I fake it anymore?
If I firm the ting and work that, can you take it anymore?
This time I have left cannot be wasted anymore
You realize it now and you miss it
Texts go green, it hits a little different, don't it?
Know you miss the days when I was grippin' on it
Know you're in the house tonight just thinkin' on it
I moved on so long ago
I moved on so long ago
You're still thinkin' 'bout me, though, oh
I'm still tryna make sense of it all
You're still sayin' things to keep me involved
Supposed to let me know how you feel, now what to do?
It shouldn't take a text from me to speak your truth
Rough
You're dealing with me rough
I know you like it rough
But this might be too much
You're dealing with me rough
I know you like it rough
But this might be too much
But this might be too much for me
Dodging girls on the scene and girls from my dreams
Well, don't wanna make something from nothing, that's where I be
Well, keep getting nothing for something, how's that fair to me?
I'm thinking something for something, that's what I need
I'm too behind in a race to rush for my lead
I'm not rushing you, trust me, I'm
I'm the last person that needs to rush anything, wait
I feel like everything these days leads to nothing, wait
I feel like everything these days leads to nothing
It's clear that we all get lonely, then you call me
All I needed from you was to
Hold me down when things aren't working
For some reason, I believed in you, oh
Texts go green, it hits a little different, don't it?
Know you miss the days when I was grippin' on it
Know you're in the house tonight just thinkin' on it
I moved on so long ago
So long ago
I can't even remember when we lost each other
Was it last year, this year, or some other?
Been so long since you said things that cover up the lies
We can do it this time
Just have some faith, we can do it this time
Your favorite thing to say, "We can do it this time"
Just have some faith, we can do it this time
Been dealing with me rough
You're dealing with me rough
You're dealing with me rough
You're dealing with me rough
You're dealing with me rough
You're dealing with me rough
You're dealing with me rough
You're dealing with me rough
You're dealing with me
Oh
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Esona Tyolo, Noel Newman Sean Cadastre
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Currents
Don't think twice
We're still in formation
Testing the current
Already I'm sailing, it's all so sudden
Catching a flight
You think we're moving too fast, I'm intoxicated
We can move in slow motion if that's what you want, babe
I don't want to come on too strong
But I'm moving to your rhythm
With every move, with every move you make, babe
Oh, I'm tumblin'
(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
In your own time
Would you show me something please, babe?
Don't wanna wait in vain
You're the missing piece I, I been longing for
Don't deny, oh no
The temperature's rising inside
The cracks are showing
Show me all your colors, I may not deserve you
I don't want to come on too strong
But I'm moving to your rhythm
With every move, with every move you make, babe
Oh, I'm tumblin'
(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Craig D. Love, Diamante Blackmon, Donnell Prince, Jamal Glaze, Jonathan H. Smith, Lamarquis Jefferson, Lawrence Edwards, Nkosinathi Maphumulo, Noah James Shebib, Tresor Riziki
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
A Keeper
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
I found a new muse
That's bad news for you
Why would I keep you around?
Why would I keep you around?
Why would I keep you around?
Why would I keep?
I found a new muse
That's bad news for you
Why would I keep you around?
Why would I keep you around?
Why would I keep you around?
Why would I keep?
Yeah, whoa, yeah, and I roll
Licks I hit on my ones
When I didn't have no friends to ride
Sticks on my dawgs, and I can't even lie to you
Got too much pride for you
Gotta stay safe in these streets
Streets don't play favorites, though
I'm not afraid of it though
God is okay with me, so
Life of that shade that you throw
I've seen you take it low
Limbo right under that ho
F*ck out my face
I found a new muse
That's bad news for you
Why would I keep you around?
Why would I keep you around?
Why would I keep you around?
Why would I keep?
I found a new muse
That's bad news for you
Why would I keep you around?
Why would I keep you around?
Why would I keep you around?
Why would I keep?
Once is a lot of things
Twice is a decision
Told me a lot of things
Forced into submission
Got you Mercedes Benz
But that don't make you driven
What can I do for you
How can I make a difference?
Friendship and loyalty
That's not what it's givin'
Given that
Why would I keep you around?
Why would I keep you around?
Why would I keep you around?
Why would I keep you around?
Why would I keep?
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Writer: Andre Boadu, Aubrey Drake Graham, David Vogt-Doil, Gregor Suetterlin, Hannes Buescher, Philip Boellhoff, Sipho Sililo
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Calling My Name
Ayy
Ayy
Mm, what do I want?
Why is it so hard giving you up?
I'm countin' the days 'til you come
I'm countin' the ways to make you
Mm, what do I want?
Why is it so hard giving you up?
I'm countin' the days 'til you come
I'm countin' the ways to make you
You're my water, my refresher
Take off your clothes, relieve pressure
I need your touch when I'm with ya
My heart, it beats different rhythm
Killa cut, blood, killa cut, blood
Killa cut, blood, killa cut, blood
Your pussy is callin' my name
So come on, baby, let's stop playing games
Your pussy is callin' my name
So come on, baby, let's stop playing games, do-
Your pussy is callin' my name
So come on, baby, let's stop playing games
Your pussy is callin' my name
So come on, baby, let's stop playing games, games
Writer: Alexander Lustig, Aubrey Drake Graham, Christian Beau Anastasiou Astrop, Diamante Anthony Blackmon, Johannes Klahr, Richard Zastenker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sticky
(Why don't you come-)
Ayy
Homer hangin' on my neck
The bracelet matches the set
My brother named his ting Nadal
Let's stop all that back and forth over the net
My mama wish I woulda went corporate
She wish I woulda went exec'
I still turn to a CEO
So the lifestyle she respect
Ayy, two Sprinters to Quebec
Chérie, où est mon bec?
They only givin' niggas plus ones
So I never pull up to the Met
You know I gotta bring the set
You know I gotta bring the G-Block
You know I gotta bring the D-Block
'Cause you know how sticky it get, ayy
You know how sticky it get, ayy
You know how sticky it get, ayy
You know how sticky it get, ayy
She want me to play with that cat, ayy
She lovin' how I'm makin' her wet, ayy
You know how sticky it get, ayy
Ayo Eric, bring them girls to the stage
'Cause somebody's gettin' paid and
Free Big Slime out the cage and
Shawty try to play it cool but
Now she wish she woulda stayed 'cause
Every song that I made is
Ringin' like I got engaged, yeah
Love my guys, I wouldn't trade, ayy
From the cradle to the grave, ayy
Gordo got me on the wave, ayy
Ant got me on the wave, ayy
Couple hits, now you brave, what
You niggas better behave, what
All that pumpin' up your chest, what
All that talk about the best, what
You know how sticky it gets
(Darling)
(Why don't you come back to me?)
Yeah
If I'm with two of 'em, then it's a threesome
If she alone, you know she a freak one
If it's a escort, it's a police one
King of the hill, you know it's a steep one
If we together, you know it's a brief one
Back in the ocean you go, it's a
It's a deep one
Forgave niggas in they feelings
Lucky for y'all, we don't do civilians
You say I changed, I say that I million
I did
The toughest act to follow's back on tour
Off-road Maybach, Pyrex trap
Virgil came back through the boy, damn
That's somethin' to me, niggas really had they back turned to me
I ain't talkin' my assistant
When I say niggas down to pack somethin' for me
Then they thought they had the trap set for me
How you really think that went for me?
Niggas gotta do a fact check for me
When everything is put to rest
And everybody takes a breath
And everything gets addressed
It's you alone with your regrets
All that pumpin' up your chest
All that talk about the best
You know how sticky it gets
Like, we weren't supposed to come up with something this clean
You know it's, like, something happened
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Diamante Anthony Blackmon, Ry Mitchell Cuming
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Massive
I've been alone in my thoughts
Can't fill this void between us
I cannot stand losin' you, whoa, whoa
All these feelings intertwined, oh
Fighting the urge to reach out
And my stance remains unchanged, baby
I can't help it, I'm so into you
Oh, when you're ready
We can put this behind us
Baby, we can find us again, I know
Put this behind us
We can find us again
'Cause I don't wanna go
I was alone, I was alone in this world
And I needed people
I know my funeral gon' be lit 'cause how I treated people
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna
Swervin' between emotions
I know we got real issues
Can't give in so easily, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Ain't going out with no fight, no
I'm just tryna play my part, yeah
I'm not ready to let go, whoa, whoa
Oh, when you're ready
We can put this behind us
Baby, we can find us again, I know
Put this behind us
We can find us again
'Cause I don't wanna go
I was alone, I was alone in this world
And I needed people
I know my funeral gon' be lit 'cause how I treated people
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Diamante Anthony Blackmon, Johannes Klahr, Mukengerwa Tresor Riziki, Richard Zastenker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Flights Booked
It's getting late
Why you gotta be beside me?
Watchin', needin', wanting me
I'm afraid, don't be
I'm afraid, don't be
I'm afraid, don't be
I'm afraid, don't be
I'm afraid
Don't be, don't
Don't be, don't
Don't be, don't
Don't be, don't
Don't be, don't
Don't be, don't
Don't be, don't
Don't be, don't
Lilah, I know it's getting late
And I'm struggling to let go
Although there's distance between us
There's no place I'd rather be
Owe you some hospitality
And it comes so naturally
Promise, I just need some more time
If you can bear with me
When last did we feel this close together?
Chasing sunsets in California
Don't make me wait babe, it's been forever
Don't take forever
It's been forever
Don't take forever
It's been forever
Trust me, I'm starting to realize
And look beyond my fears
Sun keeps on turning to twilight
Baby, we don't have long
I can't keep my hands off you
All night, all my love
You say it's getting too late
Baby, don't be afraid
When last did we feel this close together?
Chasing sunsets in California
Don't make me wait babe, it's been forever
Don't take forever
It's been forever
Don't take forever
It's been forever
Giddy up, girl, best I can do
Go follow where the wind blow, mm
Sometimes we all feel hollow
My heart girl, you can borrow, mm
Please don't make this song about you
Please don't make this song about you
Please don't make this song about you
Please don't make this song about you
Writer: Alexander Lustig, Aubrey Drake Graham, Christian Beau Anastasiou Astrop, Diamante Blackmon, Kaushik Barua, Marsha Ambrosius, Natalie Jacqueline Stewart, Nile Goveia, Richard Zastenker, Tresor Riziki, Vidal Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Overdrive
Hold the line, we ain't done
Don't give up this divine bond between us
The tide is high, nothing's lost
Could turn over a new leaf, for my love, oh
A broken frame, and I know
It's pictures of jealousy
You don't believe me when I show you often
With sacrifices and time
My heart is in overdrive
With you beside me, I become unraveled
And you can see right through me
No, we can't go down like this
You are afraid to be fully open
Though you can see all my cards
My heart is in overdrive
My heart is racing
I cannot slow down and it's bothering me
How forward of me would it be to tell you to forward to me?
You should be right here anyways
Your energy's calling for me
There's deeper places we can go
Don't have to just party with me
I hope we can make it
I hope we can make it
I hope we can make it, oh, oh
I hope we can make it
I hope we can make it
I hope we can make it, oh
Hold the line, we ain't done
Don't give up this divine bond between us
I'm hanging on, but you don't see
It's a phase we'll overcome, my love, oh
The tide is high, and I know
It's just waves of jealousy
Me and you, jealousy
You don't believe me
When I show you often
With sacrifices and time
My heart is in overdrive
With you beside me, I become unraveled
And you can see right through me
No, we can't go down like this
You are afraid to be fully open
Though you can see all my cards
My heart is in overdrive
(I miss you, I've been thinking about you)
(And I've been thinking about our love)
(I miss you)
Writer: Alexander Lustig, Aubrey Drake Graham, Christian Beau Anastasiou Astrop, James Bryan, Nkosinathi Maphumulo, Noah James Shebib, Tresor Riziki
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Down Hill
Baby, I think it might be too late, we're too far gone
Chemistry's frozen, we feel disconnected and exposed
I can't remember, when last did we feel familiar?
Tell me you're ready, tell me you're ready to walk away
Overnight, overnight, we're done overnight
Overnight, overnight, we're done overnight
We tri-tri-tried, tried, tried
We tri-tri-tried
We tri-tri-tried, tried, tried
We tri-tri-tried
We tri-tri-tried, tried, tried, tried, tried, tried
Tri-tri-tried
I used to wonder how you could swear it's for life?
Constant confusion, nearing conclusion, going downhill
We spent last summer, we spent last summer so differently
I can't pretend, I can't pretend it was final
Overnight, overnight, we're done overnight
Overnight, overnight, we're done overnight
We tri-tri-tried, tried, tried
We tri-tri-tried
We tri-tri-tried, tried, tried
We tri-tri-tried
We tri-tri-tried, tried, tried, tried, tried, tried
Tri-tri-tried
We don't connect anymore, far, far far gone
We don't connect anymore, far, far far gone
We don't connect anymore, far, far far gone
We spent last summer, we spent last summer so differently
Tell me you're ready, tell me you're ready to walk away
We're goin' down, we're goin' downhill
Oh, we're goin' downhill
We're goin' down, we're goin' downhill
Oh, we're goin' downhill
We're goin' down, we're goin' downhill
Oh, we're goin' downhill
We're goin' down, we're goin' downhill
Oh, we're goin' downhill
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Noah James Shebib, Tresor Riziki
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Liability
You get in my bed, you twist up my head
I'm changing for you, changing for you
You get in my bed, you twist up my head
I'm changing for you, changing for you
You die with the lie
You lie and a piece of me dies
Inside out, I pray, so much I can take
I'm here for the ride, your pride might be the reason why
We don't even make it to see the days
Whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Needed you, wanted you to stay mine
Winter came, you left me 'round my favorite time, yeah
We been down this road, past this street a hundred times
Claimed you haven't eaten in days
Drinking your weight in champagne
You're too busy dancing in the club to our songs
Turned up on my phone, changing your whole tone
Playing with my emotions, playing with my emotions
Playing with my emotions, playing with my emotions
You're too busy dancing in the club to our songs
Turned up on my phone, playing with my emotions
Playing with my emotions, playing with my emotions
Playing with my emotions, playing with my emotions
Playing with my
You get in my bed, you twist up my head
I'm changing for you, changing for you
You get in my bed, you twist up my head
I'm changing for you, changing for you
You die with the lie
You lie and a piece of me dies
Inside out, I pray, so much I can take
I'm here for the ride, your pride might be the reason why
We don't even make it to see the days
Whoa
Flying places 'cause you know the travel on me
Judging me lately, banging the gavel on me
Friends wanna tattle on me
You put your words together like you getting points for that shit
Like you playing Scrabble on me
Your mama the sweetest lady, that apple fell far from the tree
Can't you be honest about your past? Like, how hard can it be?
You know I showed you them songs you've been playing all on repeat
You found replacements for me, but you know it's hard to compete
Whoa
Calling me daddy, I taught you things that a father can't teach
At the beginning, it felt like you're going harder than me
Then you stepped back on this shit, girl, you hit the Harden on me
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Writer: Aubrey Graham, Nyan Lieberthal, Timothy Murdock Suby
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Jimmy Cooks
Just awaken shaken once again, so you know it's on
Just awaken shaken once again, ho, you know it's on
Just awaken shaken once again, so you know it's on
Just awaken shaken once again, ho, you know it's on
Yeah, life
Life is the only thing we need
They need me to go, but I don't wanna leave
Rest in peace to Lil Keed
F*ck a pigeonhole, I'm a night owl, this a different mode
I might have to make her paint a six on her pinky toe
Heard you with a shooting guard, just let a nigga know
I would have you courtside, not the middle row
All good, love, in a minute, though
I can't stress about no bitch 'cause I'm a timid soul
Plus I'm cookin' up ambition on a kitchen stove
Pot start to bubble, see the suds, that shit good to go
Hoes say I'm suave, but I can't get RICO'd
Bro think he John Wayne, I bought him yellow stones
Love the way they hang, babe, f*ck the silicone
Everybody fake now, you could crack the code
Bust down everything, set in rose gold
Dread talkin' to you niggas like I'm J. Cole
I can tell her head good before I even know
Bitch, don't tell me that you model if you ain't been in Vogue
Gotta throw a party for my day ones
They ain't in the studio, but they'll lay somethin'
Rest in peace to Drama King, we was straight stuntin'
You don't like the way I talk? Nigga, say somethin'
Gotta throw a party for my day ones
Pull up and you know it's us, the bass jumpin'
You don't like the way I talk? Then say somethin'
Get out my face, nigga
Gotta throw a party for my day ones
They ain't in the studio, but they'll lay somethin'
Rest in peace to Drama King, we was straight stuntin'
If I let my nigga 21 tell it, you a pussy
Spin a block twice like it ain't nowhere to park (21)
Smack the backside of his head like he Bart (pussy)
OVO 4L, we come out when it get dark (21, 21)
Big stepper, he came in a Rolls, but he left in a stretcher (21)
Let my brother drive while I shoot, team effort (21)
Askin' all these questions, bitch, you must think you Nadeska
The chopper like to feel on all the opps, it's a molester (21)
I be with my gun like Rozay be with lemon pepper
She wanna hear some Afrobeats 'cause she just popped a Tesla
All that workin' out, that nigga must think he a wrestler
But this ain't UFC, this chopper came with a compressor (21)
This chopper came with a compressor (pussy)
This chopper came with a- (pussy)
This Glock .45 came with a switch (21)
If I was Will Smith, I would've slapped him with a stick
Put your hands in the air, it's a stick-up (21)
Spin the same hood where I get my dick sucked (facts)
If you standin' on business, put your blick up (21, 21)
Come around actin' scary, get your shit took (21)
Fell in love with feelin' dizzy, so I spizzin (21)
I got mad love for the boy, yeah, that's my twizzin (21)
If them niggas keep on dissin', slide agaizzin (21)
We the reason why the opps ain't got no frizziends (21)
Last nigga played with me got turned duppy
I ain't even roll him in the 'Wood 'cause he musty
You ask how she doin', I just tell her come and f*ck me
Shot his ass twenty times, damn, this nigga lucky (damn, that nigga lucky)
Gotta throw a party for my day ones
They ain't in the studio, but they'll lay somethin'
Rest in peace to Drama King, we was straight stuntin'
You don't like the way I talk? Nigga, say somethin'
Say somethin', say somethin', say somethin', say somethin', say somethin'
You don't like the way I talk, nigga
Say somethin', say somethin', say somethin', say somethin', say somethin'
Writer: Albert Goodman, Anderson Hernandez, Aubrey Drake Graham, Brytavious LaKeith Chambers, Douglas Ford, Harry Ray, Kevin Gomringer, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Tim Gomringer, Walter Morris
Copyright: Lyrics © FETCH PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.