Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paris Morton Music, artist - Drake. Album song Care Package, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: OvO
Song language: English
Paris Morton Music |
Wouldve came back for you, |
I just needed time, to do what I had to do |
caught in the life, I cant let it go whether thats right I will never know, |
hoping you will forgive me, never meant wrong, |
tried to be patient, waited too long, |
but I wouldve came back, but i wouldve came back, |
wouldve came back, wouldve came back. |
Wouldve came — |
I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta |
Who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned, bitches, what’s up witcha? |
I hate callin' the women bitches, but the bitches love it |
I took some sense and made a nickel of it |
I’m urgin' all daughters to kiss they mothers |
With those lips that all that lipstick covers |
You’re never too grown up to miss and hug her |
And girls countin' on me to be there like missin' rubbers |
I’m on some Marvin Gaye shit, a bunch of distant lovers |
This ain’t the life that I’m used to |
Reintroduced to people I’ve been introduced to |
Did you forget me? |
Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me |
And fear that I won’t remember, I wish you could still accept me for me |
I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad |
The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners have |
I’m halfway across the world with dozens of bags |
Feelin' like all four members of Color Me Badd |
In one nigga, amazing shit |
I got that Courtney Love for you, that crazy shit |
I don’t drink every bottle I own, I be agin' shit |
And I got them wedding ring flows, that engagin' shit |
Which one of y’all got fleets on your keychains? |
The seats for these Heat games? |
I really think you stare at yourself and you see things |
La Familia, I’ve been inducted and instructed |
To stunt on these niggas we don’t really fuck wit |
Fuck is up? |
Havin' lunch and debatin' Ferrari prices |
23 and goin' through a midlife crisis |
But trust me, I still deliver like a midwife |
And no, I’m not sayin' I’m the nicest, I just live like it |
Uh, it take a certain type of man to teach |
To be far from hood, but to understand the streets |
I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech |
Because I haven’t hit the pinnacles I plan to reach |
Yeah, you gotta own it if you want it |
Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment |
And, baby, I’ll never forget none of that |
Girl, I told you I was coming back |
Wouldve came back for you, |
i just needed time, to do what i had to do |
caught in the life, i cant let it go |
whether thats right i will never know, |
hoping you will forgive me, never meant wrong, |
tryed to be patient, waited too long, |
but i wouldve came back, but i wouldve came back to you, |
wouldve came back, wouldve came back. |