Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Days in The East, 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
Days in The East |
Yeah, why you keep askin' me about... (Why?) |
She's not here right now, she's not here right now |
Why am I the one you wanna get into it with for the drama? |
I've got a lot to say, and that's the last thing a nigga wanna hear right now |
Spendin' all my days on the east side, oh |
Forgettin' who I was on the other side, oh |
Young nigga switchin' up the program right now |
Tryna put the power in my own hands right now |
I'm about to ride through the old hood right now |
Got too much pride for my own good right now |
Waitin' on you to give in and hit me up |
So I could fall through like old times and hit it up |
I'm terrible at invitin' myself, call me over |
Those nights when you need someone else, call me over |
You can be the one to take control, call me over |
When I get there, you already know, call me |
Why you keep askin' me about... (Why?) |
Couple other things I'd rather do than talk about that right now |
Told you 'bout givin' him chances on chances on chances |
He's not holdin' you down, he's holdin' you back right now |
Spendin' all my days on the east side, oh (Oh, oh-oh-oh) |
Forgettin' who I was on the other side, oh |
Young nigga switchin' up the program right now |
Tryna put the power in my own hands right now |
Love it when your ass speak the truth to me, oh |
Tryna wake up and have you with me, oh |
Waitin' on you to give in and hit me up |
So I could fall through like old times and hit it up |
I'm terrible at invitin' myself, call me over |
Those nights when you need someone else, call me over |
You can be the one to take control, call me over |
When I get there, you already know, call me |
Yeah, ayy |
Yeah |
I I threw my hands in the air and said show me somethin', yeah |
Ayy |
Remember one night I went to Erykah Badu house |
She made tea for me |
We talked about love and what life could really be for me |
She said, "When that shit is real, you just know" |
And I was thinkin' 'bout you, you already know |
Yeah, the other night Chubbs showed up at my house |
He had weed for me |
That my nigga 'til we gone, keep his ear to the streets for me |
Said the city stress him out on the low |
I said, "I feel you, nigga, I already know" |
Yeah, already... |
Girls talkin' 'bout, "You gotta leave already?" |
Damn, my lil' nephew turned four already |
Gave you little help, you need more already |
Damn, you need more already? |
'Fore you said "You're mine" I was yours already |
22, had the Bentley four-door already |
Even as a boy, I was the boy already |
So you know that that mean pussy galore already |
Mention other girls, you get insecure already |
That was in the past, I matured already |
Fuck them hoes, you got the award already |
You go to Chanel and get rewards already |
Know I do this shit for Third Ward already |
Know I do this shit for H-Town already |
Already, already, yeah |
Back up in this thing, it's a go |
Had a couple niggas out of pocket, now they know |
Ain't the first time 'cause I lost you before |
Had to get it back, had to get it back |
Had to pull it back because I know I'm on the road |
Had to take you back because I know you're down to roll |
If you can get it from me, you can have it, now you know |
All your friends askin' where you stand with the boy |
FaceTime say you got plans for the boy |
Studyin' your body, that's exams for the boy |
Take a flight here, pop a Xan for your boy |
Waking up in Amsterdam with the boy |
Long flight home, 'nother Xan for your boy |
You would prolly fly out to Japan for the boy |
You would prolly kill another man for the boy |
You would prolly... |
You would prolly lie 'bout it on the stand for your boy |
Put the Bible to your right hand for the boy |
That's why you ain't never gotta worry 'bout the boy |
You know you got... |
You know you got that really good insurance on the boy |
You just gotta pack a bag and hurry to the boy, yeah |
(Why? Fring) |