Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Used To , by - Drake. Release date: 11.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Used To |
| Boys, now listen, we got more motherfuckin' TV screens |
| On the outside the damn tour bus than on that motherfucker |
| Boys playin' PlayStation |
| We come through motherfuckin' hang gliding |
| Off motherfuckin' Versace skyscrapers |
| I don’t get it, what more can you ask for? |
| Yeah—sound, sound, sound |
| Yeah, real 6 side shit |
| Sickos, ah man |
| Yeah, when you get to where I’m at |
| You gotta remind 'em where the fuck you at |
| Every time they talkin', it’s behind your back |
| Gotta learn to line 'em up and then attack |
| They gon' say your name on them airwaves |
| They gon' hit you up right after like it’s only rap |
| Jewels look like I found a motherfuckin' treasure map |
| And ain’t told no one where the fuck it’s at |
| Shout out to the G’s from the ends |
| We don’t love no girls from the ends |
| I’m gon hit 'em with the wham once again |
| I’ma always end up as a man in the end, dog |
| It’s just apparent every year |
| Only see the truth when I’m staring in the mirror |
| Lookin' at myself like, there it is there |
| Yeah, like there it is there man, whoo! |
| I ain’t tryna chance it, I be with the bands |
| Like a nigga went to Jackson State or Grambling |
| Young Nick Cannon with the snare drum, dancin' |
| Watch the way I handle it, uh |
| Bring it to the bedroom, you know that shit is candle lit |
| She know I’m the man with it, uh |
| With the bands like I must’ve went to Clark, went to Hampton |
| I ain’t playin' with it |
| I ain’t felt the pressure in a little while |
| It’s gonna take some getting used to (What you say?) |
| Floatin' all through the city with the windows down |
| Puttin' on like I used to (What you say?) |
| They never told me when you get the crown |
| It’s gon' take some getting used to (What you say?) |
| New friends all in their old feelings now |
| They don’t love you like they used to, man |
| When you get to where the fuck I’m at |
| You gotta remind 'em about where you been |
| About all of the money that done came and went |
| About the two cents I ain’t never spent |
| When they say you’re too famous to pack a gat |
| I gotta remind 'em about where I’m from |
| Not about where I’m going, about where I’ve gone |
| Stepping on a Swisher roach like a stepping stone |
| Goin' at a nigga throat like a herringbone |
| Boy, do I smell beef? |
| Mmmm, pheromones |
| Got a fuckin' halo over my devil horns |
| Trap pumpin' all night like Chevron |
| Suck a nigga dick for a iPhone 6 |
| Fuck my nigga Terry for a new Blackberry |
| You can get buried for a ounce of Katy Perry |
| I was only five, but still remember the drought in '87 |
| Lord, tell 'em bitches I ain’t got no times to play games with 'em |
| I ain’t got no time |
| Tell her that I love her and I hate her in the same sentence |
| I’m fuckin' her mind |
| I got, mind control over Deebo |
| Parmesan my panino |
| Promethazine over pinot |
| And when my bloods start shootin' that’s B-roll, bitch |
| I ain’t felt the pressure in a little while |
| It’s gonna take some getting used to (What you say?) |
| Floatin' all through the city with the windows down |
| Puttin' on like I used to, yeah (What you say?) |
| They never told me when you get the crown |
| It’s gon' take some getting used to (What you say?) |
| New friends all in their old feelings now |
| They don’t love you like they used to, man |
| Yeah, they don’t love you like they used to (What you say?) |
| In the city with the- windows down |
| Like I used to, yeah (What you say?) |
| Like I |
| Take some to getting used to (What you say?) |
| Man, they don’t love you like they used to, man |
| And I’m so sorry |
| Let’s just let bygones be bygones, okay? |
| Let’s just go ahead and just let bygones be bygones |
| I pull up lookin' like a damn cyborg, weighin' 224 |
| Oh man, these boys don’t even understand |
| Listen when you see OVO Jodi pull up on the scene with Drake |
| For goodness sakes, well for goodness sakes |
| You see this mixtape you listenin' to? |
| This an album |
| Yea, we could have, we could have sold it to you for 17.99 |
| Or 29.99 with the shirt, buy it at the Target |
| These motherfuckers trippin' so hard I had to look down and double check cause |
| I thought they had their shoes tied together—motherfuckers got they shoes tied |
| together |
| What more could you ask for? |
| Boys harassing me with these questions |
| How about this? |
| How about don’t ask me no more motherfucking questions? |
| We ain’t doing no interview! |