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Skupina:
DRAKE
Album:
So Far Gone
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Yeah, I appreciate ya patience tonight It's been a moment since I've done some public speaking I find now a days it's, you know, it's best to keep quiet But sometimes you just gotta let it out Young angel and young lion, you know what it is Look, I'm the property of October I ain't drive here I got chauffeured Bring me champagne flutes, rose and some shots over I think better when I'm not sober I smoke good ain't no glaucoma, I'm a stockholder Private flights back home no stop over Still spittin' that shit that they shot Pac over The shit my mother look shocked over Yeah, but with a canvas I'm a group of seven A migraine, take two excedrin' I'm the one twice over, I'm the new eleven And if I die I'm a do it reppin', I never do a second I swear niggas be eyein' me all hard And lyin' to they girls and drivin' the same cars Sittin' there wishin' they problems became ours 'Cause we have nothin' in common since I done became star I done became bigger swervin' writin' in my peer's lane Same dudes that used to holla my engineer's name One touch I could make the drapes and the sheers change And show me the city that I without fear claim What I set seems to never extinguish Coolest kid out, baby, word to chuck English Count my own money, see the paper cut fingers My song is ya girlfriend's wakin' up ringer Or alarm or whatever She be here at six in the morn if I let her But I never get attracted to fans 'Cause the eager beaver could be the collapse of a dam I always knew that I could figga How to get these label heads to offer 'em good figures And me doin' them shows gettin' everyone nervous 'Cause them hipsters gon' have to get alone with them hood niggas It's all good, I'm goin' off like lights when the show's over Make pasta, rent a movie called hoes over Rest in peace to Heath Ledger but I'm no joker I'll slow roast ya, got no holster Wet glass on ya table, nigga, no coaster Burn bread everyday, boy, no toaster G and Tez got a cig but I'm no smoker They just handin' chips to me, nigga, no poker I'm with it, young money, cash money soldier My cup runneth over The same niggas I ball with, I fall with On some southern drawl shit Rookie of the year, '06 Chris Paul shit D.R., C.J. an' Po', I see y'all These cases don't workout, I hope we can agree on Makin' enough to pay any judge judy off First thing I'm a do is free Weezy, go And I take probation I don't want that T.I. and vick vacation Private plane, big location I'm goin' to the bank to make a big donation Yeah, I don't stunt, I stunt hard And if the food ain't on the stove I hunt for it But in the meantime you can call me Young Roy Jones Junior fightin' the drugs and gun charge Shit, don't leave me unguarded And I'm a cheese head word to Vince Lombardi Word to Marky, Mark leave a snitch departed All that blood like the Red Sea parted My gun go crazy like it's retarded Red light on it like it's recordin' I ain't recordin', I'm just C-4'in My currency foreign We are in a league they aren't Better dig in ya pocket an pay homage Better cover ya eyes, ya face fallin' Watch the game from the side, I'm play callin' No, I didn't say that I'm flawless But I damn sure don't tarnish My piss don't got comments for ya garments I'm so high I can vomit on a comet K-Y no homo, I'm on it Weezy F baby, new born bitch You know what they say 'bout when ya palm itch I'm gon' get money, money, I'm gon' get Young money in ya tummy and we gon' shit An get that toilet paper quick like when bones spit That's right, bitch, I'm back on my grown shit That oughta Marvin Gaye, no ice just chrome shit And ya boyfriend softer than a phone bit I scream fuck the world with a long dick Motherfucker, I'm me, yeah bitch, I'm me You niggas sweet like the pussy in which I eat Fireman burn down ya entire street So fly, I'm a take off when I leap, bye And you can suck my wings Stand on my money, head butt Yao Ming Putcha hand in the oven if ya touch my things I'm shufflin' the cards 'bout to cut my queens But I ain't the dealer House full of bitches like Tila Tequila Yeah, I'm the man in the mirror My swagger just screamin', mothafucker, do you hear her? Drizzy Drake, what the lick read? We make magic boy Roy and Sigfreid Young Mulah, baby, yeah
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