Losses歌词
歌手：Drake 专辑：Dark Lane Demo Tapes
作词 : Aubrey Graham/M. Hernández/E. Sticken/R. Thomas, Jr.
作曲 : Aubrey Graham/M. Hernández/E. Sticken/R. Thomas, Jr.
Hey, Instagram
There's a song I've been writing, oh, for a few months
I don't know, I-I started writing it about my family
Just came up now so, anybody feel any way about it
I don't give a fxck
(Yeah, family)
Yeah
Yeah
Lost you to the game, I gotta hug that
I was here when you was asking where the love at
Dip your finger in the bag to get your buzz back
I was wishin' on a star when I was that
I've been fortunate enough to have it my way
I'm a fortune teller, listen to what I say
'Member when we used to park up in my driveway
I always told it how it was, I never shy away
This life is really something you get lost in
I know n!ggas that got famous, and they bought friends
I had friends that only had half of they heart in
It's hard to accept now, and it was hard then
But I treated you like gold, I was all in
Spoiled rotten, n!ggas smell you 'fore you walked in
Burnin' incense in your new apartment
But you got no sense when it come to-
Lost you to the game, I gotta hold that
How you feelin' in your soul? Since you sold that
I be better off without you, and we know that
You ain't lookin' at a n!gga you could hold back
Like I'm tryna show the waves, this is no cap
You sold me up the river, but I rowed back
You put me on the road without a roadmap
I'm not tryna make no song, these are cold facts
You got some liquor at the house?
Yeah
Go get a shot, let's do a shot together
I don't see it
Okay, hahaha
Ayy
Being here wasn't in the plans
I do it for the Grahams, not the 'Gram
I do it for the fam, but still fxckin' Uncle Sam
I tried to change for you, but that wasn't who I am
Even when being real is out of fashion
N!ggas keep stealin' my style, now we out here matchin'
I did it by being myself with no dramatic acting
I couldn't sit around and wait, I had to have it happen
Lost you to the game, I gotta face that
Really think I lost you, like, a ways back
Always sayin' how a n!gga never play fair
I took you up under my wing, and you just stayed there
You was supposed to grow some wings, get your own pair
You started this from the bottom, now you alone there
Sh!t, you treat it like it's home there
Dependent on me, you was supposed to get your own share
I still love you to my last days
I never knew that sh!t would be this fast-paced
I never thought I'd see awards in a glass case
I could've ended up in your crib with a masked face
It could've went left on a couple bad days
When I visit my last places is the only time I'm in last place
See me these days, I never got on a sad face
See me these days, I-
Lost you to the game, and I see why
It was always you and I without the T-Y
This is not one of them stories that got three sides
This is not one of them stories you could rewind
Like I'm tryna show the waves, this is no cap
You drove a n!gga crazy, but I drove back
You wrote me off, and then you never wrote back
I'm not tryna make no song, these are cold facts
Yessir
Hold on, hold on
(Baby, let me tell you something about me)
(I really do know, I know who I wanna be)
Woo, woo
Lord, I already passed on all that
You go 'head on, haha
作曲 : Aubrey Graham/M. Hernández/E. Sticken/R. Thomas, Jr.
Hey, Instagram
There's a song I've been writing, oh, for a few months
I don't know, I-I started writing it about my family
Just came up now so, anybody feel any way about it
I don't give a fxck
(Yeah, family)
Yeah
Yeah
Lost you to the game, I gotta hug that
I was here when you was asking where the love at
Dip your finger in the bag to get your buzz back
I was wishin' on a star when I was that
I've been fortunate enough to have it my way
I'm a fortune teller, listen to what I say
'Member when we used to park up in my driveway
I always told it how it was, I never shy away
This life is really something you get lost in
I know n!ggas that got famous, and they bought friends
I had friends that only had half of they heart in
It's hard to accept now, and it was hard then
But I treated you like gold, I was all in
Spoiled rotten, n!ggas smell you 'fore you walked in
Burnin' incense in your new apartment
But you got no sense when it come to-
Lost you to the game, I gotta hold that
How you feelin' in your soul? Since you sold that
I be better off without you, and we know that
You ain't lookin' at a n!gga you could hold back
Like I'm tryna show the waves, this is no cap
You sold me up the river, but I rowed back
You put me on the road without a roadmap
I'm not tryna make no song, these are cold facts
You got some liquor at the house?
Yeah
Go get a shot, let's do a shot together
I don't see it
Okay, hahaha
Ayy
Being here wasn't in the plans
I do it for the Grahams, not the 'Gram
I do it for the fam, but still fxckin' Uncle Sam
I tried to change for you, but that wasn't who I am
Even when being real is out of fashion
N!ggas keep stealin' my style, now we out here matchin'
I did it by being myself with no dramatic acting
I couldn't sit around and wait, I had to have it happen
Lost you to the game, I gotta face that
Really think I lost you, like, a ways back
Always sayin' how a n!gga never play fair
I took you up under my wing, and you just stayed there
You was supposed to grow some wings, get your own pair
You started this from the bottom, now you alone there
Sh!t, you treat it like it's home there
Dependent on me, you was supposed to get your own share
I still love you to my last days
I never knew that sh!t would be this fast-paced
I never thought I'd see awards in a glass case
I could've ended up in your crib with a masked face
It could've went left on a couple bad days
When I visit my last places is the only time I'm in last place
See me these days, I never got on a sad face
See me these days, I-
Lost you to the game, and I see why
It was always you and I without the T-Y
This is not one of them stories that got three sides
This is not one of them stories you could rewind
Like I'm tryna show the waves, this is no cap
You drove a n!gga crazy, but I drove back
You wrote me off, and then you never wrote back
I'm not tryna make no song, these are cold facts
Yessir
Hold on, hold on
(Baby, let me tell you something about me)
(I really do know, I know who I wanna be)
Woo, woo
Lord, I already passed on all that
You go 'head on, haha
