Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Connect, artist - Drake. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Connect |
| «There's 3 balls and a strike. |
| Here’s the pitch. |
| It’s belted deep to center, Revere goes back, jumps at the wall, and it’s gone!» |
| Isn’t it amazing how you talk all this shit and we still lack communication |
| How beautiful our kids would be, girl, I don’t need convincing |
| How every conversation starts with «this time will be different» |
| Oh, the idea is fun, oh, the idea is fun |
| Oh, the idea is so fun every time |
| At least we try for home run every time |
| Swanging, eyes closed just swanging |
| Same city, same friends if you’re looking for me |
| Same city, same friends if you’re looking |
| I’ll be here just swanging |
| Don’t talk to me like I’m famous |
| And don’t assume cause I don’t respect assumptions babe |
| I’m just tryna connect with somethin' babe |
| Yeah, swanging |
| She just wanna run around the city and make memories |
| That she can barely remember |
| And I’d allow her, talk about pussy power |
| She just wanna run over my feelings |
| Like she drinking and driving in an 18 wheeler |
| And I’d allow her, talk about pussy power |
| She used to say: «You can be whoever you want, even yourself» |
| Yeah, I show up knowin' exactly who I was and never leave as myself |
| But when it falls apart, I’m always still down |
| To pick a million tiny little pieces off the ground |
| Wish you would learn to love people and use things |
| And not the other way around |
| Swanging, eyes closed just swanging |
| Same city, same friends if you’re looking for me |
| Same city, same friends if you’re looking |
| I’ll be here just swanging |
| Don’t talk to me like I’m famous |
| And don’t assume cause I don’t respect assumptions babe |
| I’m just tryna connect with somethin' babe |
| I’ll be here, just swanging |
| I remember when my schedule was as flexible as she is |
| She call and tell me be here before the sun up |
| I be dressed before we hung up |
| I take Eglinton to 401 east |
| And exit at Markham road in the east end |
| Where all the pretty girls are sleeping |
| My license been expired I renew it after the weekend |
| Fuck I know I said that shit the last 7 weekends |
| Girl I guess procrastination is my weakness |
| I hate stoppin' for gas this late |
| Cause there’s niggas creepin and not like how we’re creepin' |
| Summer is comin' know you could feel it |
| 20 on pump whatever I ain’t got enough to fill it |
| Won’t knock on your door |
| My uncle say, «You drive my whip like it’s yours» |
| I got the pedal to the floor |
| I’m on my motherfuckin' way swangin' |
| Don’t fall asleep on me, hang in there |
| I’ll be there just swangin' |
| I’ll be there just swangin' |
| I treat you good girl like you’re famous |
| I know I’m late it’s always the same shit |
| But don’t fall asleep on me, hang in there |
| I’m on the road right now swangin, girl |