Drake - 8am in Charlotte (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Drake - 8am in Charlotte (en) Lyrics
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In God's hands (Conductor)
Be grateful
That He was there
Glory (Yeah)
I'm out here on the road
You can hear it in the voice (Glory)
Still get this shit off, though
Look
The money speakin' for itself,
I call it fortune-tell
Fire top from a bitch that
work at corporate sales
Chinchilla ushanka, we skiin'
out in Courchevel
Breakin' news, they tried to kill
him, but the boy prevails
I leave for tour and my niggas
fuckin' go to jail
Preachin' to the dogs 'bout wantin'
more for themselves
It's weighin' heavy on my moral scale
Knowin' they gon' sell another
citizen 'caine, they
think they Orson Welles
Walk in Chanel, they like, "How the
fuck you need more Chanel?"
I got these cats tuckin' tails
on fourth-quarter sales
I'm used to seein' tears drop
over enormous meals
The restaurant clears out, faint
echoes of Lauryn Hill
I say, "We gotta talk about us,
" I feel like Jordan Peele
Could tell I'm gettin' under your
skin like a orange peel
'Cause your words don't match your
actions like a foreign film
And now it's silence in the
Lamb' like the horror film
Things get quiet after me
statin' the obvious
Things get kinky after fifteen
years of dominance
That October sky is lookin' ominous
The money is autonomous
Shout' to Oliver North, he out
in Rome doin' Toronto shit
And Jeremiah the watchdog, you
niggas know what time it is
I'm in and out of Houston Hobby
so much, I'm a hobbyist
Hoes waitin' on Cench in the
lobby, that boy a lobbyist
Savage got a green card straight
out of the consulate
Where I go, you go, brother,
we Yugoslavian
Formal is the dress code, dawg,
so many checks owed
I feel Czechoslovakian,
nigga, what the fuck?
Nah, I'm movin' different right
now, for real, like
I feel like if Mike switched out
the glove for the pen, like
This shit just too enticing
right now, you know?
Diamonds do the silly dance,
I raise up the wine glass
Metal detectors beepin'
and security bypass
The numbers goin' up, someone
pull up the line graph
The days are goin' by, it's like
I'm livin' in time-lapse
Been talkin' to Adel like
he majored in finance
Shania Twain, notepad, I'm
makin' it line-dance
You tryna rob me, and it's gon' feel like
you sittin' at your favorite restaurant 'cause,
nigga, that's where you dyin' at
Mob ties, I swear we like a bitch
with fine sisters and fine
cousins, the family all bad
I'm preachin' to the dawgs about
cleanin' they images
I swear I'm like a young T.
D. Jakes to my menaces
Long-kiss goodnight,
PDA for my nemesis
Three hunnid acres, PGA
on the premises
That's what's really brackin' like
this verse in parentheses
I'm givin' hits to niggas on
some, don't even mention it
Like, don't even worry about it, like
You can hit me back whenever, or
Or don't, you know?
It is what it is, I guess
Yeah, hm
You young boys take some of that
money and set it aside
Not havin' enough to pay your
tax is a federal crime
You niggas obsessed with me, and
it's not on no hetero vibe
Handle beef so quiet, you think
that I'm lettin' it slide
Next thing you know, we tip-
toein' past enemy lines
Diss me so long ago, we making
your memories fly
Conspiracy theories start floatin'
'round like the Kennedy guy
I'll prolly hold a grudge against
you guys 'til I'm seventy-five
Ayy, niggas lyin' for a livin',
I couldn't relate
We all gotta lay in the bed we make,
but that couldn't be Drake
You forced a lot of fake love when
real ones stood in your face
That's why you got deserted by your
niggas like puddin' and cake
I got you on camera bowin' down,
but the footage is safe
Thank God, another USB
to put in the safe
Thank God, at the crib, dippin'
my foot in the lake
I swear that y'all turned me into
the villain, I couldn't escape
Not sayin' I'm the best at what I do
I'm just sayin' that it's me
versus whoever wanna lose
Pick any one of the Who's Whos,
I got .22s for new crews
R.I.P. to the DJ from Houston,
we loose screws
Helicopters, cop lights,
and news crews
Niggas steady cryin' to my
daddy, well, boo-hoo
You prolly heard a lot about the
boy, well, true, true, haha
(In God's hands) Yeah
(Be grateful)
(That He was there)
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