Drew A Picasso歌词
歌手：Drake 专辑：For All The Dogs
作词 : A. Graham/John Alexander Hyszko/E. Brown/T. Lumpkins/P. Campbell/K. Karimi/D. Wägner/N. Shebib/S. sisay
作曲 : A. Graham/John Alexander Hyszko/E. Brown/T. Lumpkins/P. Campbell/K. Karimi/D. Wägner/N. Shebib/S. sisay
You cannot find no one better than this
Tryna do right by you, but, we can't mess
I try, takin' three months, we back ****in' again
After you say we not ****in' again
Never say, "Never," just say what it is
Act like you need to make sure what it is
We didn't [?]
Don't make me bring out the racks again
You're toothbrush [?]
Damn, how many days has it been?
Swear that it's different, not genuine
Mvin' like Swoop and you're Charlie Brown
Feel like you're tryna dog the kid
You're mine, too many reasons why I can't picture you with him
That's just so embarasin', I want to die, to die
Swear that I wanted you back then
Waitin' on you like a backеnd
You bad as ****, ain't no cappin'
Statements you claimed nеver happened
This can't be the shit that you doin' to me
All of them nights we was slidin' around
Told me what niggas was doin' to you, that's the same shit that you doin' to me
You in the city, you laid up with him
While I'm on the road with no one to see
There's no way
You can
'Cause, you cannot find no one better than this
Tryna do right by you, but, we can't mess
I try, takin' three months, we back ****in' again
After you say we not ****in' again
Probably could've made it work again, if I
Was man enough to tell you you was wrong
Man enough to not put it in a song
For the worse, sing along
Man enough, I could've told you on my own
Man enough to admit that
Paragraph was sent last night, yeah, I probably should've never sent that
And, when you layin' on your stomach only time I ever wanna get my lick back
How the outsiders know the inside? They was never supposed to get that, nah
And, that's just so embarasin', I want to die, to die
Ayy, I'm the one that you was wishin' for when you was married
That tale wasn't much of a fairy
Christmas, it wasn't at Mary's
You trophy to me like the Lary
Ayy, I'm the one that you was wishin' for
Ayy, I'm the one that you was wishin' for
In Miami, and, the owls with me, like they just put my ex in Gryfindor
Mouth dry, over twenty that I never bother gettin' no prescription for
Steve sayin' that you miss me, and, I won't say it to you, but, I miss you more
Said we got eachother back, then you put the knife in it like the kitchen door
Way I'm feelin' on this album, really took it easy on you, could've written more
If the shoe was on the ofther foot and it was me, it would've been gorilla war
Since you know I got a soft spot for you, this has turned into a civil war
Artists hittin' on you, broke as ****, I swear, them niggas probably live in Singapore
The athlete that you rollin' with, I saw his game last night, he didn't score
****, I gotta show you a little more
Show you spots you never been before
It's ****ed up that we was goin' once, and, now, you're goin' twice like a biddin' war
Why you act like just 'cause I go to the strip club, girl, that I don't love you?
You still listenin' to R Kelly in the whip, babygirl, and, I don't judge you
I'ma end this shit and let the 40 beat play before snap
And, Bobbie Trap throwin' more bills than your baby daddy trap
Yeah, grrah
作曲 : A. Graham/John Alexander Hyszko/E. Brown/T. Lumpkins/P. Campbell/K. Karimi/D. Wägner/N. Shebib/S. sisay
You cannot find no one better than this
Tryna do right by you, but, we can't mess
I try, takin' three months, we back ****in' again
After you say we not ****in' again
Never say, "Never," just say what it is
Act like you need to make sure what it is
We didn't [?]
Don't make me bring out the racks again
You're toothbrush [?]
Damn, how many days has it been?
Swear that it's different, not genuine
Mvin' like Swoop and you're Charlie Brown
Feel like you're tryna dog the kid
You're mine, too many reasons why I can't picture you with him
That's just so embarasin', I want to die, to die
Swear that I wanted you back then
Waitin' on you like a backеnd
You bad as ****, ain't no cappin'
Statements you claimed nеver happened
This can't be the shit that you doin' to me
All of them nights we was slidin' around
Told me what niggas was doin' to you, that's the same shit that you doin' to me
You in the city, you laid up with him
While I'm on the road with no one to see
There's no way
You can
'Cause, you cannot find no one better than this
Tryna do right by you, but, we can't mess
I try, takin' three months, we back ****in' again
After you say we not ****in' again
Probably could've made it work again, if I
Was man enough to tell you you was wrong
Man enough to not put it in a song
For the worse, sing along
Man enough, I could've told you on my own
Man enough to admit that
Paragraph was sent last night, yeah, I probably should've never sent that
And, when you layin' on your stomach only time I ever wanna get my lick back
How the outsiders know the inside? They was never supposed to get that, nah
And, that's just so embarasin', I want to die, to die
Ayy, I'm the one that you was wishin' for when you was married
That tale wasn't much of a fairy
Christmas, it wasn't at Mary's
You trophy to me like the Lary
Ayy, I'm the one that you was wishin' for
Ayy, I'm the one that you was wishin' for
In Miami, and, the owls with me, like they just put my ex in Gryfindor
Mouth dry, over twenty that I never bother gettin' no prescription for
Steve sayin' that you miss me, and, I won't say it to you, but, I miss you more
Said we got eachother back, then you put the knife in it like the kitchen door
Way I'm feelin' on this album, really took it easy on you, could've written more
If the shoe was on the ofther foot and it was me, it would've been gorilla war
Since you know I got a soft spot for you, this has turned into a civil war
Artists hittin' on you, broke as ****, I swear, them niggas probably live in Singapore
The athlete that you rollin' with, I saw his game last night, he didn't score
****, I gotta show you a little more
Show you spots you never been before
It's ****ed up that we was goin' once, and, now, you're goin' twice like a biddin' war
Why you act like just 'cause I go to the strip club, girl, that I don't love you?
You still listenin' to R Kelly in the whip, babygirl, and, I don't judge you
I'ma end this shit and let the 40 beat play before snap
And, Bobbie Trap throwin' more bills than your baby daddy trap
Yeah, grrah
