Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lose You, artist - Drake. Album song More Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money, Young Money Entertainment
Song language: English
Lose You |
No snow tires, the rain slip-slide like Trick Daddy and Trina |
Oli North pull in, like, 10 million a season |
Queen Street visions that nobody believed in |
If we not on the charts, my XO niggas eatin' |
Fifty-two consecutive weekends, shout out to Weeknd |
The city gets stronger when everybody is speakin' |
Not when everybody out here beefin' |
We got it, now we just gotta keep it |
America’s most wanted, man, I’m still on the run |
All these number ones and we still not the ones |
No hard feelings, but I’ll still get you spun |
Went and got diplomas, and we still goin' dumb |
Please never label niggas who lay down for a livin' |
My competition, it’s beyond offensive |
I’m in it for the glory, not the honor mention |
Not tryna be fourth and inches, I’m tryna go the distance |
Yeah, distance, I’m on a different mission |
This the remix to «Ignition,"hot and fresh out the kitchen |
How you forget to fill up with gas on the road to riches? |
Too overly ambitious, too late to fix it |
Too late for condolences when it’s over with |
I need to start sayin' shit when I notice it |
Be open with people I need some closure with |
Be honest with myself and take ownership |
Opinions started to burn when tables started to turn |
I really used to feel like they loved a nigga at first |
Excitin' times, revitalized |
Trust this little light of mine is gonna shine positively |
I’m just takin' what God will give me |
Grateful like Jerry, Bob and Mickey |
Better attitude, we’ll see where it gets me |
I know catchin' flies with honey is still sticky |
I wrote the book on world-class finesses |
And tasteful gestures and makin' efforts |
And never placin' second |
And even better knowin' you’re first but then takin' second |
Inspirin' and never takin' credit |
I know I deserve more, I just never said it |
Two middle fingers as I make a exit, yeah |
Did I lose you? |
Did I? |
Did I? |
Did I lose you? |
Did I? |
Did I? |
Did I lose you? |
Winnin' is problematic |
People like you more when you workin' towards somethin' |
Not when you have it |
Way less support from my peers |
In recent years as I get established |
Unforgivin' times, but fuck it, I manage |
Why is my struggle different than others'? |
Only child that’s takin' care of his mother |
As health worsens and bills double |
That’s not respectable all of a sudden? |
I don’t get a pat on the back for the come up? |
What do you see when you see me? |
When did all the things I mean |
From the bottom of my heart start to lose meaning? |
Maybe I share it with too many people |
Back then it used to just feel like our secret |
Back when I would write |
And not think about how they receive it |
I be tryna manifest the things I needed |
And look, now, I mean, it’s hard to believe it even for me |
But you’re mindful of it all when your mind full of it all |
How they go from not wantin' me at all |
To wantin' to see me lose it all? |
Things get dark, but my aura just starts glowin' |
I’m overcome with emotions |
Ones I can’t access when I’m stoned sober |
Jealous ones still envy and niggas turn king cobra |
I could only speak what I know of |
Man, we wrote the book on calculated thinkin' |
And icy Heineken drinkin', and rival neighborhoods linkin' |
And puttin' your trust in someone |
With the risk of financially sinkin' |
All you did was write the book on garbage-ass Rollies |
Ego strokin', picture postin' |
Claimin' that you’d do it for motivational purposes only |
But you just had to show me |
See, I know, 'cause I study you closely |
I know when someone lyin' |
I notice people standin' for nothin' and gettin' tired |
I know what we’re both thinkin' even when you’re quiet |
Sometimes I gotta just make sure that I didn’t lose you |
Did I? |
Did I? |
Did I lose you? |
Did I? |
Did I? |
Did I lose you? |