Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Club Paradise, artist - Drake. Album song Care Package, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: OvO
Song language: English
Club Paradise |
Ha, yeah |
They say that all your old girls got somebody new |
I said, «Damn, really? |
Even Rosemary? |
Even Leann Sealy?» |
They said, «Fucking right, they were the first to go» |
It’s nothing personal |
It’s just that all them women that you slept on been working though |
They’ve been saving up, new niggas came around, they been waking up |
With |
«I swear, you don’t know this city anymore |
They might have loved you before |
But you’re out here doing your thing, they don’t know you» |
Ah, sure they do, they just not as sincere |
It’s crazy all the emotions forgot in a year |
She like, «Why you even give a fuck, you not even here?» |
Well, out there there ain’t nothing for me and I think I need to come home |
Tell me, who did I leave behind? |
You think it got to me, I can just read your mind |
You think I’m so caught up in where I am right now |
Uh, but believe I remember it all |
I be with my nigga Chubbs, he in love with street shit |
No wonder why I feel awkward at this Fashion Week shit |
No wonder why I keep fucking up the double-cheek kiss |
And long for that ignorant Young Money Miami Beach shit |
Couple artists got words for me, that’s never fun |
They say it’s on when they see me, that day don’t ever come |
I’m never scared, they never real, I never run |
When all is said and done, more is always said than done |
And I was told once, things will change |
By a nigga named Tip when my deal came |
Told me it’s all good, even when it feel strange |
Now I’m that guy that know them strippers by their real names |
Rochelle, Jordan |
Thick bitches, they just talked me out of four grand |
How’d a pile of kush become a mountain of truth? |
How’d a bottle of wine become the fountain of youth? |
Damn, my biggest fear is losing it all |
Remember how I used to feel at the start of it |
And now I’m living a muhfucking fairy tale |
And still trying to keep you feeling a part of it |
Yeah, just lie to my ears |
Tell me it feel the same, that’s all I’ve been dying to hear |
Lights get low and that’s when I have my brightest ideas |
And I heard my city feel better than ever, that’s why I gotta come home |
Tell me, who did I leave behind? |
You think it got to me, I can just read your mind |
You think I’m so caught up in where I am right now |
Uh, but believe I remember it all |
My mother is back to who she was years ago |
It’s like a new page me and her are beginning on |
I wish she’d stop checking up on women I can’t stand |
'Cause I got new girls I could use her opinion on |
She thinks I’ve become a slave to the wealth |
But I’d never break the promises I made to myself |
And I would never make up names for myself |
Then change the names that I just gave to myself |
Certain rappers would call me to say «What up, though?» |
I used to brag about it to my friends |
And now I’m feeling like all of these niggas cutthroat |
And maybe that’s all they do is just pretend |
Damn, but I bought it though, I believed it |
Yeah, I thought it and I achieved it |
Yeah, so show me love, show me fuckin' love |
'Cause I thought it was all I needed |
Yeah, clearly I was wrong about it all along |
And this’ll be the year that I won’t even feel shit |
They trip off the amount of people that I brought along |
But I’m just trying to be surrounded by some real shit |
Need credentials for every one of these Toronto kids |
I promised they’d see it with me, we just trying to live |
I told 'em we about to get it and we finally did |
Listen closely to my shit, I swear it’s sounding like home |
Tell me, who did I leave behind? |
You think it got to me, I can just read your mind |
You think I’m so caught up in where I am right now |
Uh, but believe I remember it all |
Well, you see, the way I feel about the music, it can be copied, you know? |
But, it’s not copy do it, it’s the feel, you know? |
It carry a feel |
Well, you ask plenty musicians — them know it, but them can’t do it |
Some people still searching for this truth here |