Drake - Away From Home (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Drake - Away From Home (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Ayy, what?
It's so, is it real?
Yeah, ayy
Give a fuck if they remember
I was in the cold, windows froze,
I was sleepin' in the whip
tryna get a fucking grip
I remember
Didn't have no hoes tryna
go, all these rappers lil'
broed me, fuck, fuck
Fuck 'em, I remember
Way before they had a fuckin'
DM, I was whippin' in the Ac'
like that shit was European
I remember drivin' Holland Tunnel
for a label meetin', thinkin'
'bout more cake than a funnel
Now these niggas don't remember
I know Neeks remember, I know
Jay remember, Chubbs'll
make them boys remember
Dead broke, splittin' pennies
with my members
Fuck a spread, we was splittin'
chicken tenders (I-I-I)
'Member I was sleepin' in the basement,
watchin' Tigger in the basement,
I was tryna get a placement
Days in the East with the bros,
watchin' Tristan and Devoe while
they runnin' up the score
TT was headed to the league,
I was sleepin' up at Metalworks
tryna plant a seed
Rollin' through the city, gettin' beats,
always peepin' out the streets 'cause
I was beefin' with the bleeks
I was tryna get a portion,
tryna make a fortune
B-Town with Candy, I'm tryna
be her boyfriend
3 AM at Y2, runnin' off endorphins
Start adoptin' all my brothers'
beefs like a orphan
I was still on roads when it's
pourin' and stormin'
This shit is not rewardin',
I do not feel important
I wanna see some scratch from
the shit that I'm recordin'
In Memphis smokin' Blacks, tryna
act like I enjoy them (I-I-I)
Maurice François Girbaud
what I'm sportin'
And Mos Def gave me like
a rack for performin'
Crib I got now make me think
of when I had to put some
money on a mortgage
This don't feel like home anymore
It's just wall, doors, and floors
That only I can afford
Remember when it used to
mean more, mean more
I got money in the top drawer
That ain't much, but we not poor
You're mine and I'm yours
Like a broke couple we on
one accord, for sure
I remember pullin' up at TAO,
seein' Quincy Jones, nigga
talkin' to me like he proud
I remember Mike designed the owl,
then he sued the fucking guys,
and he duckin' until now
I remember (I-I-I)
'Member Reesie stayin' at the house,
then she left me for my dawg
like she never took the vow
My cousin Ryan fronted me a pound
and I couldn't even flip it,
had to bring it back around
I remember printin' up our T-shirts
with Kai, we in love with the
same girl, beefin' like a cow
I would pick them shits up,
nigga wouldn't even smile
Nigga better crack a smile
'fore we do a nigga foul
To keep it real, I wasn't
really gangster 'til now
I was livin' on a cloud,
I was quiet as a mouse
I was in the club gettin'
lost in the crowd
Wasn't doin' what I wanted to,
I'd do what was allowed
I remember fightin' over
Monica with Jason
I remember only knowin'
Andre and Jason
I remember buyin' all the
iceberg from Jason
That's three different Jasons, my
life like The Matrix (I-I-I)
Even got on 106 & Park
with Replacement
My mama was my manager,
my uncle was my agent
Dr. Dre'll send a nigga home,
that took patience
Four GRAMMY's to my name,
a hundred nominations
Esperanza Spalding was gettin'
all the praises
I'm tryna keep it humble, I'm
tryna keep it gracious
Who give a fuck Michelle Obama
put you on her playlist?
Then we never hear from you
again like you was taken
Who the CEO of Universal?
They mistaken
'Cause Google sayin' Lucian, but
that just doesn't make sense
Who fillin' up the piggy bank?
Who bringin' home the bacon?
This shit don't come on vinyl,
I'm still record-breakin'
How could I forget? How
could I forget?
I was on a Greyhound
way before the jet
Buffalo, New York was like
the furthest I could get
At the Walden Galleria tryna make
the money stretch (I-I-I)
Student Price Card and
a Yorkdale connect
Whole time, Courtne Smith
was keepin' me in check
Try and find an inch of the
city I ain't stepped in
If it's war, I'll lay my life
down for the set then
Yeah
And I put that shit on Mazin and
that nigga was my best friend
And I put that shit on Johnny Bling,
that nigga was my best friend
Right
And I put that shit on Richard,
that nigga was my best friend
Ayy, yeah
Broke his right hand, still took
a fight with his left hand
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