• Title:Champagne Poetry
  • Artist:Drake
  • Album:Certified Lover Boy
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  • Languages:en
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    作词 : A. Graham/John Lennon/P. McCartney/G Hardeman/N. Shebib/M. Bidaye/M. Davis/J Lawrence
    作曲 : A. Graham/John Lennon/P. McCartney/G Hardeman/N. Shebib/M. Bidaye/M. Davis/J Lawrence
    I love you, I love you, I love you
    Until I, until I
    Until I find the only words I know that you
    I’ve been hot since the birth of my son
    I’ve been unphased, trust worse has been done
    Man, f**k evaluation, show me personal funds
    It’s the pretty boys versus the petty boys
    Sorta already got a whole new set of toys
    S**t is so surreal, drizzy drake, you better enjoy
    Nothing else bigger than the ovo letterman boys
    Cashmere knits for the nightime boat rides
    Oli got the first edition parked up roadside
    The only sign of struggling is coming from those guys
    I’m trying to just relatе what I can see through my own eyes
    And nothing tell thе 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 till
    Still managed to moonwalk straight through a minefield
    And then I’ll come back to tell you how that feels
    Built this house for us all, pain in my back still
    You ni**as gassed up, you couldn’t pay the
    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 you took it from me
    The twenty percent of you that we own is my tootsie’s money
    Ni**a, 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 going 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 home ’cause we growing too much
    Thing I got to scale the love back ’cause
    Yeah, 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 s**t from now
    Sweetheart deals that the judges been handing down
    I haven’t been able to see my family for a while
    That s**t is wearing me out
    I used to hide my pain in delilah behind the bar ’till my ni**as 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 fortune on me
    But with that comes the politics the city been forcing on me
    I can’t even rip and show my remorse to the homie
    Plus, I carry the guilt of the city’s misfortune on me
    I even got the cleaning staff plotting extortion on me
    My parents divorce’s 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 weighing 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 for me
    My chef got the recipe for disaster baking
    Slowly my heart feels vacant and lonely, but still
    I’m makin’ the most of this s**t 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 report
    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 turning up when you turned in for awards?
    How the **** 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
    I love you, I love you, I love you (What you mean to me) I need to make you, ooh