Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Congratulations, artist - Drake. Date of issue: 14.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Congratulations |
| Uh, black hearts on my cardigan |
| At the crib tellin ya girl that we should order-in |
| Tell G to put his feet up on the ottoman |
| We just up against a bunch of rappers I go harder than |
| Damn! |
| I’m so Catriona smarter than |
| A lot of these niggas swear the coach just brought the starter in |
| Yeah, and I’m the type to tell ya daughter things |
| I float high, don’t try and cut my water wings |
| I’m still myself |
| Suicide bars, I kill myself |
| Charge it to the game, I bill myself |
| And I don’t feel y’all, but I feel myself |
| Aunty Doe, tell 'em I deserve a mazel tov |
| I’m rappin' like a Shepherd with the muzzle off |
| I’m next to blow, pause |
| And I can’t hear the critics talkin' over the applause |
| Yeah, I tried to tell 'em, Future let 'em know |
| Send the haters all my love, X and O |
| I got a black box where suggestions go |
| But I don’t really give a fuck, it’s prolly best you know |
| My reality is brighter than your dreams are |
| I got your dream girl ridin' in your dream car |
| Yeah, and the visual is stunnin' |
| I hope they document what I’m becomin' |
| Congratulations |
| So what you want an award or somethin'? |
| I’m at the private airport boardin' somethin' |
| I see nothing from afar but I’m far from nothing |
| Put on your poker face, I’ll pull ya card if you’re bluffin' |
| But I ain’t with the hard talk |
| I got a monopoly, catch me on my boardwalk |
| Like I said we pull your card and find out you’re a Hallmark |
| Just know I’m breakin' world records, no false start |
| I don’t see your point unless it’s gunpoint or somethin' |
| My deal like Weezy first week, one point somethin' |
| And my verses gettin' stupider |
| Wayne if you’re on Mars, can you pick me up from Jupiter? |
| Phone blowin' up, so I’m cuttin' off my cellular |
| I’m a superstar, noted on to my nebula |
| I will break a leg, break an arm and a fibula |
| When I break it down, when I, when I break it down |
| I hug and kiss the drum kick |
| I put the beat in my back pocket and just sit |
| But, you could never beat my ass, pause |
| Again, dammit y’all, again |
| Y’all, pretend that we are, some men that get it on, and in |
| I’ll die before I lose, 'cause I was born, to win |
| If he don’t fuck with y’all, then don’t bother him |
| And yes, I fuck this game but I won’t father them |
| Right, uh |
| It’s like, these days man, I’m booked and I’m busy |
| Dad named me Drake, Footz named me Drizzy |
| They tried to tell me I’d never be nothin' but a protege |
| But if you watched the VMAs, there’s nothing more to say |
| I got the key to happiness and all the copies |
| Remember this day like you bought a poppy |
| And damn, how I get so nice? |
| I just spent it all once, 'bout to get rich twice |
| Surprise party bitch, now it’s on and poppin' |
| I always choose dough like it’s my only option |
| 'Cause money always knows best |
| Chain snatch flow, they say «Get it off your chest» |
| And I’m what all the fuss about |
| And if they talkin', I bet I’m what they discussion 'bout |
| Hit me at the office, same extension |
| Consider me the reason y’all should pay attention |