Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Real Her, artist - Drake. Album song Take Care, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.11.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
The Real Her |
People around you should really have nothing to say |
Me, I’m just proud of the fact that you’ve done it your way |
And the weekends here started it right |
Even if you only get part of it right |
Live for today, plan for tomorrow |
Party tonight, party tonight |
Dying to meet your girlfriends |
That you said you might bring |
If they’re the ones that tell you that you do the right thing |
Houston girls, love the way it goes down |
Atlanta girls, love the way it goes down |
Vegas girls, love the way it goes down |
But I gotta say, oh babe, oh babe, why is this so familiar? |
Just met, already feel like I know the real her |
You must’ve done this before, this can’t be your first time |
We must’ve been here before, it’s still fresh on my mind |
You got that shit that somebody would look for but won’t find |
You must’ve done this before, this can’t be your first time |
They keep telling me don’t save you |
If I ignore all that advice |
Then something isn’t right |
Then who will I complain to? |
But the weekends here started it right |
Even if I only get part of it right |
Live for today, plan for tomorrow |
Party tonight, party tonight |
You got your guards up, I do too. |
There’s things we might discover |
Cause you got a past and I do too, we’re perfect for each other |
Cause to her I’m just a rapper, and soon she’ll have met another |
So if tonight’s an accident, tomorrow we’ll recover |
And I know I’m not supposed to judge a book by its cover |
I don’t wanna be in the blind, but sometimes I Stevie Wonder |
About her, and she with it if I’m with it, and I’m with it |
I know what makes her smile, but I won’t know what makes her different |
Or should I just be realistic? |
Lipstick on the glass |
I know this ain’t your first, but it’s better than your last. |
Tunechi |
Shower her with dollar tips |
Shawty went and bought a whip |
Guarantee the city remember your whole name |
You throw that ho a scholarship |
All of them ain’t all equipped |
And this saddens me, I see the pecking order |
Quote-un"e «bad bitches"work the whole floor |
Those that get laughed at sit off in the corner |
Like a lab rat nobody want her |
Niggas that are married don’t wanna go home |
But we look up to them, they wish they were us |
They want some new trim |
We lust for some trust |
Now the both of us are colorblind |
Cause the other side looks greener |
Which leaves your turf in the Boise state |
Can’t see her play or the team, cuz |
Everybody has an addiction; |
mine happens to be you |
And those who say they don’t |
Souls will later on say to them «that ain’t true» |
All of them will have an opinion |
But y’all know what you can do with them |
But if you unsure, I’ll take you on tour |
To a place you can stick that in |
Well, sitting here sad as hell |
Listening to Adele, I feel you baby |
Someone like you, more like someone unlike you |
Or something that’s familiar maybe |
And I can tell that she wants a baby |
And I can yell «girl that you’re crazy!» |
Oh what the hell? |
Nope can’t be lazy |
Please be careful: bitches got the rabies |