Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Two Birds, One Stone, artist - Drake.
Date of issue: 03.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Two Birds, One Stone |
Yeah |
Yeah, more |
Yeah |
More time with family and friends, more life |
More time to get it right |
It’s only me but I’m seeing four shadows in the light |
My demons visit me every night |
To the most high I’m forever indebted |
I know I gotta pay something, I know that day’s coming |
I put it all in the music |
Because if I don’t say it here then I won’t say nothing |
Could feel my hand getting tired from holding the grudges |
Two birds, one stone, my aim is amazing |
I need to start losing my shit |
Just to show you niggas who hatin' |
Too reserved like I called ahead for me and my lady |
Free C5, how the fuck we got the boss waiting |
Ever since the blue basement I found God and I lost patience |
Between rocks and hard places of all places |
Spotted everywhere like Dalmation |
Cops snoop around cause all my dogs famous |
Please welcome the October fall baby |
Vaughan Road Academy, star player—my mind’s not all there |
Used to carry a lot of dead weight like a pallbearer |
People too scared to tell the truth so it’s all dares |
Counted us all there and we all square |
Quick money, I’m in and out |
My dad used to use a soap bar till it’s thinning out |
But shit, look at Dennis now |
All Stacy Adams and linnen’d out |
More blessings for Sandy and him, more life |
My parents never got it right, but |
God bless 'em both, I think we all alike |
We all wide awake late at night, thinking on what to change |
If we do get to do it twice in a another life |
Scared to go to sleep now |
Cause being awake is what all my dreams were like |
Back when the bar I set for myself was out of sight |
Tell me how I went and did chin ups |
On this shit when I can’t see it |
Pin ups of Meagan Good and Pam Grier, soul sisters |
Inspired my old scriptures |
Now that feeling gone like them old pictures |
Mixing liquors got us both twisted |
Words get so vicious, you just stare at me |
While you roll swishers |
Girl I love you, but I don’t miss you |
And no matter what year it is I’m an old 6'er |
Go figure, cold nigga, stay in school man |
Fuck the rap game, it’s all lies and it’s all filthy |
2 percent of us rich and the rest of these niggas all milk it |
Got two of my niggas off with a not guilty |
Gave back to the city and never said it |
If I didn’t live it but still they try to tell you I’m not the realest |
Like I’m some privileged kid that never sat through a prison visit |
Or like it was just handed to me tied with a ribbon |
I never worked to get it |
But really it’s you with all the drug dealer stories |
That’s gotta stop though |
You made a couple chops and now you think you Chapo |
If you ask me though you ain’t lining the trunk with kilos |
You bagging weed watching Pacino with all your niggas |
Like «this what we need to be on,"but you never went live |
You middle man in this shit, boy you was never them guys |
I can tell cause I look most of you dead in your eyes |
And you’ll be trying to sell that story for the rest of your lives |
Can’t show us where the cash is |
Me, I don’t judge, I’m just going off what the math is |
Numbers inflated |
They all look at me like, «What have you done for me lately? |
I like your older shit but wasn’t in love with the latest» |
Awe baby, stop debating, I’m just a creative |
My numbers out of this world |
No wonder they got me feeling so alienated |
You were the man on the moon |
Now you just go through your phases |
Life of the angry and famous |
Rap like I know I’m the greatest |
Then give you the tropical flavors |
Still never been on hiatus |
You stay xanned and perked up |
So when reality set in you don’t gotta face it |
I’m down 200 in Vegas but winning life on a daily basis |
It seems like nobody wants to stay in my good graces |
I’m like a real estate agent, putting you all in your places |
Look what happens soon as you talk to me crazy |
Is you crazy? |