Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Used To, artist - Drake.
Date of issue: 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! |