Champagne Poetry

Drake


I love you, I love you, I love you
Until I, until I
I love you, I love you, I love you
Until I find the only words I know that you

I been hot since the birth of my son
I remain unphased, trust, worse has been done
Man, fuck evaluation, show me personal funds
It's the pretty boys versus the petty boys
Sold that already, got a whole new set of toys
Shit is so surreal, Drizzy Drake, you better enjoy
Nothing else bigger than the OVO, Letterman boys

Cashmere knits for the nighttime, boat rides
Oli got the first еdition parked up roadside
The only sign of strugglin' is coming from thosе guys
I'm trying to just relate what I can see through my own eyes
And nothin' tell the truth like the eyes will

Lived so much for others, don't remember how I feel
Friends that hide places and friends that I hide still
Still managed to moonwalk straight through a minefield
And then I'll come back to tell you how that feels
(The only words I know that you)
Built this house for us all, pain in my back still
You niggas gassed up, you couldn't pay the (until I, until I)

I love you, I love you, I love you
Until I, until I
I love you, I love you, I love you
Until I find the only words I know that you

Champagne poetry, these are the effortless flows
Supposedly, something else is controlling me
Under a picture, lives some of the greatest quotes from me
Under me, I see all the people that claim they over me
And above me, I see nobody

I'd have to be dead for them to say that you took it from me
The twenty percent of you that we own is my toosie's money
Nigga, I'm wilding with your bread, you owe it to me
CJ, grab racks out the bag and throw it to me

They don't want a problem with the boy, but it's goin' to be
Trust in my brothers is as strong as I know it should be
Future sign the contracts, he don't even show it to me
I don't have to second-guess nothing with no one I love
'Bout to build a second guest house 'cause we growing too much
Thing I got to scale the love back 'cause

I need you, I need you, I need you
I need to make you see
What you mean to me
Until I do, I'm hoping you will know what I mean

Yeah, oh
Heavy day, for real
Yeah
Yeah

The city's on fire and people are in denial
Charges being laid, but we'll see what they do with trial
I'm calling this shit from now
Sweetheart deals that the judges been handing down
I haven't been able to see family for a while
That shit is wearin' me out

I used to hide my pain in Delilah behind the bar 'tll my niggas carried me out
And if money's all I need in my grave, then bury me now
I know I tend to talk about how I got a fortune on me
But with that, comes the politics the city been forcing on me
Man, I can't even RIP and show my remorse to the homie

Know I carry the guilt of the city's misfortunes on me
I even got the cleanin' staff plotting extortion on me
My parents divorce is on me
My therapist's voice is making the choices for me
And I always censor myself 'cause no matter what, they reporting on me
The pressure is weighin' on me

Career is going great, but now the rest of me is fading slowly
My soulmate is somewhere out in the world just waiting on me
My chef got the recipe for disaster baking slowly
My heart feel vacant and lonely, but still
I'm makin' the most of this shit and more

Every single move is like rolling dice on the board
Seen too many brothers get twenty-five from the boys
I'd rather see all of 'em get twenty-five from the Lord
And if the last negotiation made you pay me twenty-five
Well, this is the perfect time to give me twenty-five more
I'm bigger now than before

Co-parent of the year, we figured out a rapport
No fair what Drizzy made on the second leg of the tour
How could anybody tell you the truth when they misinformed?
How the niggas turnin' up with you turned you in for rewards?
How the f- do we manage to win everything but awards?
Windows of opportunity, let me go through the doors

This the part where I don't ever say: Pardon me, anymore
This the part where I'ma find a new part of me to explore
This the part where all my partners know what we in it for
This the part where we gon' throw us a party after the war
And if the last negotiation had you feeling out of pocket
Well, this is perfect time that I empty them shits for sure
You owe that shit to the boy, yeah

I love you, I love you, I love you
(What you mean to me)
I need to make you, ooh

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