| I’ve been up for 4 days
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| Getting money both ways
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| Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold Spades
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| Rolexes, chauffeurs and low fades
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| I keep thinking how young you can die from old age
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| They always tell me nobody’s working as hard as you
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| And even though I laugh it off, man, it’s probably true
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| Cuz while all of my closest friends out partying
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| I’m just here making all the music that they party to
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| But party on, party on, all night nigga
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| I got these new rappers nervous prom night nigga
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| I’ve grown tired of these fucking grown man liars
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| Storytellers, they ain’t even need a campfire
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| Uhh, but I just wanna tell the truth
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| Before one of these haters load a couple shells and shoot
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| This shit feel like when Fredro Starr was at Sunset Park
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| Stuntin' hard in his yellow Goose
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| Yeah, but I’m a ma’fuckin' missed target
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| But a target nonetheless and I just started
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| Was that directed at moi? |
| It can’t be
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| They must be talking to themselves, hoes hands free
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| Yeah, and I’m just filling up this daily planner
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| Gettin' busy 'cause I’m a star, no spangled banner
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| Jealous dudes get to talkin' in they music
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| And I just say I wrote it for your girlfriends, Kelsey Grammar
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| Yeah, that’s what life becomes when you’re doing you
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| Welcome to Hollywood, don’t let this town ruin you,
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| And if you pillow talking with the women that are screwin' you
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| Just know that she gon' tell another nigga when she through wit you
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| Don’t get impatient when it takes too long
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| Drink it all even when it tastes too strong
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| Yeah, I gotta feel alive, even if it kills me
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| I promise to always give you me, the real me
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| Who would have thought
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| I’d be caught in this life?
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| Let’s celebrate with a toast
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| And get lost in tonight
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| And make it all light up
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| (Hey, Guru, tell hom' to go to open that Ace right there),
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| Wait until the sun goes down
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| We gon' make this bitch light up
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| Even when the sun goes down
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| I’m gon' make this go
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| Owww, hoes turn they heads like, owls
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| I’m the man of the hour
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| Triple entendre, don’t even ask me how
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| Con Edison flow, I’m connected to a higher power
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| Bright life’d make your whole city light up
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| A trillion-watt light bulb, when I’m in the nightclub
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| I just landed in that G450
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| Caught the Mayweather fight, 'cause the satellite was crispy
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| (Uh) Y’all can miss me with that money talk
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| The smart money’s on Hov, fuck what the dummies talk
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| I don’t do too much blogging
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| I just run the town, I don’t do too much jogging
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| (Unh) I ain’t got a scar yet
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| 'Cause you fuckin' around with me and my dogs is far-fetched
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| Drake, here is how they gon' come at you
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| Will silly raps for you tryin' to distract you
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| In disguise, in the form of a favor
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| The Barzini me, watch for the traitors
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| (Unh) I done seen it all, done it all
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| That’s why none of these dumb-dumb could dun him off
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| The summer’s ours, the winter too
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| Top down in the winter, that’s what winners do
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| And to these niggas I’m like Windows 7
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| You let 'em tell it, they swear that they invented you
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| And since no good deed go unpunished
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| I’m not as cool with niggas as I once was
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| I once was, cool as The Fonz was
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| But these bright lights turned me to a monster
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| Sorry, mama, I promised it wouldn’t change me
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| But I would’ve went insane had I remained the same me
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| Fuck niggas, bitches too
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| All I got is this money, this’ll do
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| Who would have thought
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| I’d be caught in this life?
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| Let’s celebrate with a toast
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| And get lost in tonight
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| And make it all light up
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| Wait until the sun goes down
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| We gon' make this bitch light up
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| Wait until the sun goes down
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| I’m gon' make this go |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Light Up , by - Drake. Song from the album Thank Me Later, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп