(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this Tryna do right by you, but we can't mix, I try Takin' three months off, then fuckin' again After you say we not fuckin' again Never say never, just say what it is Act like you need some insurance on this We didn't get here on accident Don't make me bring out them racks again Your two best friends are some savages Damn, how many days has it been? Swearin' it's different, not genuine Movin' like Snoopy and Charlie Brown Feel like you tryna dog the kid
You're mine Too many reasons why I can't picture you with him That's just so embarrassin' I want to die, to die I swear that I wanted you back then Waitin' on you like a backend You bad as fuck, ain't no cappin' Statements you claimed never happened
This can't be the shit that you doin' to me All of them nights you 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 (Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
'Cause you cannot find no one better than this Tryna do right by you, but we can't mix, I try Fuckin' and argue and fuckin' again After you said we not fuckin' again Probably coulda 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 world to sing along Man enough, I coulda told you on my own Man enough to admit that Paragraph I sent last night, yeah I probably shoulda 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 embarrassin' 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 You a 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 ass in Gryffindor 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 each other back and then you put the knife in it like the kitchen drawer Way I'm feelin' on this album, really took it easy on you coulda written more If the shoe was on the other foot and it was me it woulda been guerilla war Since you know I got a soft spot for you this has turned into a civil war Artists hittin' on you, broke as fuck I swear them niggas probably live in Singapore The athlete that you rollin' with I saw his game last night, he didn't score Fuck, I gotta say a little more Show you spots you never been before It's fucked 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 baby girl, and I don't judge you I'ma end this shit and let the 40 beat play before snap And Boobie Trap throwin' more bills than your baby daddy trap
Yeah, grrah
Compositores: Aaron Thomas, Aubrey Drake Graham (Drake) (SOCAN), Daniel Wagner, Eliel Afari Brown (SOCAN), John Alexander Hyszko (Gatsby de Niro) (SOCAN), Kamyar Karimi (Kamyar) (SIAE), Noah James Shebib (Mr Shebib) (SOCAN), Phillip Campbell, Sampha Lahai Sisay (Sampha) (PRS), Thomas Westly Lumpkins (T Gunzz) (ASCAP)Editor: Roncesvalles Music Publishing (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #43000388 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM