Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Remorse, artist - Drake.
Date of issue: 02.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Remorse |
Me and Lil Sandra bagging CDs in the bubble wrap |
People recognize me from the TV but I’m done with that |
People don’t want to see me succeed this shit come with that |
Even when I come back I don’t know if it’s me that’s gonna be coming back |
Soon as I left I had to make peace with that |
Dropped out of school cause nobody was teaching that |
The best Western is where a nigga was sleeping at |
Daemen College booking me to pull up and speak the facts |
Even if they make a movie bout' us this shit’ll be hard to reenact |
Dislocated shoulder it’s hard to be always reaching back |
All these «I owe yous» it’s hard for me to be keeping track |
Friends who’ve dedicated their life to just keeping me in tact |
Hard to pay 40 pay Noel pay Niko back |
All the nights I needed to vent to someone at CJ’s set |
All the nights Chubbs was pulling up where I need him at |
All the times Mark was making sure that my luggage packed and times he had to |
double back |
I mean even with a salary you can’t put no prices on that there is no salary |
cap there is no paying em back, for real |
I wonder what it could’ve been if I had snakes in the mix |
Actually I never want to know because we made it like this |
Shots got to fly either way now make it or miss |
Overtime I was all good we take it in shifts |
What would you do if it wasn’t this that’s a hard one |
The finish line is where I like to pull up and start from |
Pain is just a place that I go and get the bars from |
Anxiety’s a drug that I use to get the job done |
Delusional is a space I like to think that I’m far from |
My son is the one thing I hate to be apart from |
Bet against me don’t know where they’re getting the odds from |
I know that when it’s done I’m going wherever God’s from |
But I still don’t know where I get the calm from |
Yeah |
Yeah, look |
Got to hold my head high with two dry eyes |
I told you everything is fine dog but I lied |
I be trying to draw the line but it’s a fine line |
And I’m drowning out the noise from the sideline |
Sometimes it’s louder than the voice I got in my mind |
I can’t even hear myself when I get quiet time |
Like how they telling me I’m done when I’m in my prime |
They’ve been trying to push the narrative since 09' |
And they’ve even had my ass convinced a couple times |
But that ain’t even the half I’ve had tougher times |
Only look for sympathy inside my mothers eyes |
And it’s whatever with them niggas on the other side |
We got problems we could never really put aside |
I cracked the door for us all put my foot inside |
I tried to kill them boys with kindness but they wouldn’t die |
So now I Kill 'Em All for acting like they couldn’t die, yeah |
My hard work doesn’t just pay off it pays all the family debts off I’m taking |
heads off Future out here like Irving Azoff |
House is paid off label paid off my soul for the money wasn’t the trade off |
Unlike most of you boys that fade off |
I feel guilty taking some days off |
Please don’t Google my net worth the numbers are way off |
I mean if you comparing it to what I really made off with |
I’m more like Bernie with all the earnings that they came off |
Trust me it was nothing light homes |
They tried to give me a slice of the pie and I took the knife home |
I know you love me can’t picture being a hubby fingers too stubby to fit a ring |
on unless Kawhi want to run it back |
Other than that the strings will be unattached |
Certified Lover Boy I’m not the one for cuddling or none of that y’all music is |
watered down will you love em back |
And you know what I’m on blowing past you, owning masters |
Said you’re like a father figure to me but now daddy’s not around so I’m a |
bastard |
Oh of course, the only villain that show remorse when I owe you more |
Soft spot for all of the ones that came before I can’t ignore it |
I’m always trying to rekindle from the bottom to the top man what’s it like in |
the middle |
From the lemon faced radio host that love to be bitter |
To my dogs in the game who wasn’t pickett or litter |
For the youngest out here starting from the beginning |
Nobody praying for you when you winning don’t forget it |
Woah, woah, woah-woah |
Woah, woah |
Woah, woah-woah, woah |
Woah, woah, ah |
Said it’s hard when it starts to fade away |
Said it’s hard when it starts to fade away |
Yeah (Ooh, yeah) |
Said it’s hard when it starts to fade away |
Hard when it starts to fade away |
It’s hard when the memories start to fade away |
Said its hard when the memories start to fade away |
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
(Ooh, ooh) So beautiful |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |