Drake – When To Say When & Chicago Freestyle (versuri)

Versurile piesei „When To Say When & Chicago Freestyle”, interpretata de Drake

Yeah, somebody on
Somebody hit me today and they were like
Nah, just make sure, you know
You tell me what to do when I get there, you know

I said, I respect it, no problem
I got all these blessings
Just to give it to others anyway
Know what I’m sayin’
Yeah, my hand’s always open, for real

Ayy, thirty-three years, I gave that to the game
Thirty-three mil, I’ll save that for the rain
Five hundred weeks, I fill the charts with my pain
Five hundred mil and I fall back in the 6ix

Finally give you n**gas the space you need to exist
Michael Jackson s**t, but the palace is not for kids
Still women sayin’ it’s childish the way we live
Brought a few W’s to the 6ix
Baby mama fluke, but I love her for who she is
Baby, Wayne and Tez responsible for this s**t
Half the time, I question my consciousness in this s**t

Other times, I question if compliments are legit
Full-time, I’m out here confident as a b**ch
Tryna make good on the promises that I give
Tryna make sure my accomplices are legit

Register the business in my brother’s name
Thirty-five hunnid in the pocket, that should cover things
Certified loverman, trappin’ out the motherland
Always move right, so my watch is on the other hand
She can try and play it down now, but she was a fan
People wanna know what’s in my pockets, they don’t understand

My assistant always findin’ Percocet and rubber bands
Know my mom might not want to hear how I discover plans
Word to Sandra Graham, no one love you like your mother can
I watched Michael Rubin win a million off a couple hands
I decide what to see next like it’s on demand
I decide what to be next like I’m switchin’ plans
I’ma tell you what you feel next like the weatherman
I will split heads and break necks for my little man
6 God, prayin’ hands like I’m a religious man
But I’m just a sicker man..

Chicago Freestyle

Two-thirty, baby, won’t you meet me by The Bean
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is, whenever I visit
Windy city, she blowin’ me kisses, no
Thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight
Will I see you at the show tonight
Will I see you at the show tonight

Ayy, truck to the plane, to the truck
Truck to the hotel lobby
Me, I go through underground garages
Presidential suite, on deposit
Elevator up to the room
Shower up and then we hit the club
Touchdown, gotta see what’s up

Area code in my phone
What numbers do I still have
Who do I know from the past
Hit one, she say she got a man
Hit another one, it goes green
Must’ve changed phones on the team
‘Member when you let me in between
That was 2017

All good, Chubbs’ll look around
Find one that seem my type
That my dawg and he know what I like
He done found me plenty in my life
Problem is, I meet a girl tonight
Then I go and treat her too nice
Galleria credit card swipes
I don’t even know if she a wife

But I do know one thing though
Women they come they go
Saturday, through Sunday, Monday
Monday through Sunday, yo
Maybe I’ll love you one day
Maybe we’ll someday grow
‘Til then I’ll sit my drunk ass on that runway
On this one way

Two-thirty, baby, won’t you meet me by The Bean
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is, whenever I visit
Windy city, she blowin’ me kisses, no
Thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight
Will I see you at the show tonight
Will I see you at the show tonight

Jewelry in the safe on arrival
Pistol on J for survival
Lot of people gunnin’ for the title
Lot of people tryna take us viral
I’m just tryna have a nice night, though
Waiter brought the check for the meal
She said, Babe, I think there was a typo
Nah girl, I got it, that’s light though
I could show you bigger things than that
It’s gon’ be a minute ’til I’m back

Let me give you images that last
AMEX had a limit in the past
I had plenty women in the past
I done plenty sinnin’ in the past
You don’t need to know, but you can ask
Stickin’ on your backstage pass
All access ’cause you bad
You could go wherever with that ass
Show, to the shower, to the truck
Truck, to the club, for the party
You go in first with your girls
‘Cause I don’t know who’s out there watchin’

But I do know one thing though
Women they come they go
Saturday, through Sunday, Monday
Monday, Sunday, yo
Maybe I’ll love you one day
Maybe we’ll someday grow
‘Till then I’ll sit my drunk ass on that runway
On this one way

Two-thirty, baby, won’t you meet me by The Bean
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is, whenever I visit
Windy city, she blowing me kisses, no
Thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight
Will I see you at the show tonight
Will I see you at the show tonight…

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