The Shoe Fits歌词
作词 : A. Graham/S. Wilson/M. McCollum/A. Hernández/J.E. Thomas
作曲 : A. Graham/S. Wilson/M. McCollum/A. Hernández/J.E. Thomas
Yeah
Y'all might want to skip this one this is a harsh truth
Yeah, a hard truth
Look, to all the ladies wonderin' why
Drake can't rap like the same old guy
It's 'cause I don't know how anymore
I don't know how, yup
I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken
In a half I try to joke and laugh
But I just don't know how anymore
Look, I don't know how, yup
To all the super triggered women talkin' down on me
Relax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter
Can't get a tan from your phone light
Baby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out the shame room
Maybe you could start gettin' involved in some shit when you're not involved
Or maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall
What's your baby shoes size? Could tell by the laces
They tight or you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life
And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's lead
For a month on Colombia and now everything bigger
Even your attitude is bigger
Your appetite growing
Your nigga is not even a star in QB
That on the field before the game, he just practicin'
Throwing what happened to selling real estate
Where all that was going
All your captions lately talkin' about happy and glowin'
All of that snappin' and posin'
Whole time he jealous of your past, who the **** was your last
Asking questions about niggas, then you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him
Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse
Lying through your teeth, scared of letting'your skeletons loose
But you stick around, because who's out there that's better for you?
Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose
But he wants you covering it up so your dresses is loose
Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced
Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced
Good Lord, more weeks of recovery clinics
Front like you love every minute
You getting pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit
Meanwhile that nigga out in my city ****in' all b*****s
If they even mention me and showin' me love then it's finished
Jealous? Damn, niggas, damn
Then you got the ones that travel across the globe
Everythin' is paid, they don't need a man
Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan
You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand
I'm never ****in' you ,so take that out your plans
I'm good on all you, niggas, 'till the ring is on my hand
Then I search your name, find you on the ground
Click the linktree and see you suckin' d**k on cam, what the ****?
Oh, hell, no
It can't be
Not Mrs. Independent, dude
Nah
So, uh
Look, to all the ladies wonderin' why
Drake can't rap like the same old guy
It's 'cause I don't know how anymore
I don't know how, yup
I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken
In a half I try to joke and laugh
But I just don't know how anymore
Look, I don't know how, yup
To all the ladies on my case would you look on their face
Allow me to put these bums right back in their place
For all the niggas who act twelve
The fake gangsters with them the ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve
Daddy's not the only ones worried about strikin' a pose
You ordering one bottle to split between five of the bros
All your booze think it's halloween and they went ghost
That's when you go Miami on the Gram and you rent boats
And now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like french toast you boys becomin' detectives but ain't in no trench coats
I would never guess that's you, niggas, is this crazy?
She took d**k in Ibiza, you turnin' the d**k tracy
You niggas so jaded
Actin' Hulk tough but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated
She settled for an NBA star, that's through playin'
Instead she got an NBA fan, that's too can
She lookin' for high ground, hate being tied down
She loved you for the first year but those feelings died down
She livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still
You don't own a steering wheel so you can't even drive down
You down loaded to my Mercedes after some time now
The track when she ride 'round
You know where she goin' before she did raise eyebrows
You hackin' her iCloud, you committing cyber crimes
You niggas desire the line
She's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand times
You sold her a dream talkin' that give you the world shit
Her friends wanna get her back on that diamonds in perth shit
I mean, it was girls there, but it wasn't a girl's trip
She met a guy, she met a guy that ain't just gettin' by a better guy
She about to spread her wings and you just gotta let her fly
You know you can't control a Gemini, that's facts
She like, "Shh, quiet everybody, the game started
My new boo whoopin' tonight and he said he played the garden
He said if I ain't watching and that ain't started"
She point to the guy that she talkin' about it and it's James Harden
Damn, dog
Lost your, lost your girl to the Sniper, huh?
13, good God
I feel for you, bro
Look, to all the ladies wonderin' why
Drake can't rap like the same old guy
It's 'cause I don't know how anymore
I don't know how, yup
I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in a half
I try to joke and laugh
But I just don't know how anymore, love
I don't know how, yup
That's real
作曲 : A. Graham/S. Wilson/M. McCollum/A. Hernández/J.E. Thomas
Yeah
Y'all might want to skip this one this is a harsh truth
Yeah, a hard truth
Look, to all the ladies wonderin' why
Drake can't rap like the same old guy
It's 'cause I don't know how anymore
I don't know how, yup
I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken
In a half I try to joke and laugh
But I just don't know how anymore
Look, I don't know how, yup
To all the super triggered women talkin' down on me
Relax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter
Can't get a tan from your phone light
Baby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out the shame room
Maybe you could start gettin' involved in some shit when you're not involved
Or maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall
What's your baby shoes size? Could tell by the laces
They tight or you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life
And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's lead
For a month on Colombia and now everything bigger
Even your attitude is bigger
Your appetite growing
Your nigga is not even a star in QB
That on the field before the game, he just practicin'
Throwing what happened to selling real estate
Where all that was going
All your captions lately talkin' about happy and glowin'
All of that snappin' and posin'
Whole time he jealous of your past, who the **** was your last
Asking questions about niggas, then you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him
Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse
Lying through your teeth, scared of letting'your skeletons loose
But you stick around, because who's out there that's better for you?
Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose
But he wants you covering it up so your dresses is loose
Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced
Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced
Good Lord, more weeks of recovery clinics
Front like you love every minute
You getting pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit
Meanwhile that nigga out in my city ****in' all b*****s
If they even mention me and showin' me love then it's finished
Jealous? Damn, niggas, damn
Then you got the ones that travel across the globe
Everythin' is paid, they don't need a man
Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan
You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand
I'm never ****in' you ,so take that out your plans
I'm good on all you, niggas, 'till the ring is on my hand
Then I search your name, find you on the ground
Click the linktree and see you suckin' d**k on cam, what the ****?
Oh, hell, no
It can't be
Not Mrs. Independent, dude
Nah
So, uh
Look, to all the ladies wonderin' why
Drake can't rap like the same old guy
It's 'cause I don't know how anymore
I don't know how, yup
I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken
In a half I try to joke and laugh
But I just don't know how anymore
Look, I don't know how, yup
To all the ladies on my case would you look on their face
Allow me to put these bums right back in their place
For all the niggas who act twelve
The fake gangsters with them the ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve
Daddy's not the only ones worried about strikin' a pose
You ordering one bottle to split between five of the bros
All your booze think it's halloween and they went ghost
That's when you go Miami on the Gram and you rent boats
And now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like french toast you boys becomin' detectives but ain't in no trench coats
I would never guess that's you, niggas, is this crazy?
She took d**k in Ibiza, you turnin' the d**k tracy
You niggas so jaded
Actin' Hulk tough but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated
She settled for an NBA star, that's through playin'
Instead she got an NBA fan, that's too can
She lookin' for high ground, hate being tied down
She loved you for the first year but those feelings died down
She livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still
You don't own a steering wheel so you can't even drive down
You down loaded to my Mercedes after some time now
The track when she ride 'round
You know where she goin' before she did raise eyebrows
You hackin' her iCloud, you committing cyber crimes
You niggas desire the line
She's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand times
You sold her a dream talkin' that give you the world shit
Her friends wanna get her back on that diamonds in perth shit
I mean, it was girls there, but it wasn't a girl's trip
She met a guy, she met a guy that ain't just gettin' by a better guy
She about to spread her wings and you just gotta let her fly
You know you can't control a Gemini, that's facts
She like, "Shh, quiet everybody, the game started
My new boo whoopin' tonight and he said he played the garden
He said if I ain't watching and that ain't started"
She point to the guy that she talkin' about it and it's James Harden
Damn, dog
Lost your, lost your girl to the Sniper, huh?
13, good God
I feel for you, bro
Look, to all the ladies wonderin' why
Drake can't rap like the same old guy
It's 'cause I don't know how anymore
I don't know how, yup
I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in a half
I try to joke and laugh
But I just don't know how anymore, love
I don't know how, yup
That's real
