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Hours In Silence

Drake & 21 Savage•Официальное аудио (YouTube API)

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Leave your phone, come to mine

You'll catch a hand in due time

I think, think that I

Could fuck the idea of him outta your mind

You said he rap, he ain't signed, that ain't a good sign

Change your mind, good conversation and some rosé wine

Unless there's some other things you gotta mind

You're my baby, ayy, ayy

The smoke got me talkin' in Dutch

A pill in Ibiza, so what?

She leanin' on me, I'm her crutch

She creamin' on me, I'm her crush

Her photos don't need a retouch

She askin' why haven't I nut

I didn't know we in a rush

Enjoyin' the moment, so hush

My album was payin' her bills

I don't even need a deluxe

Her stomach is flat as fuck

She still fit that shit in her gut somehow

The fat must've went in her butt somehow

I don't even ask her what's up

She sayin' that shit is natural

Don't care if she makin' it up

I never put you in no Uber, girl

I'm always gon' send you a truck

I'm always gon' keep it a buck

You give me that shit and I'm stuck

.30 on my waist

'Cause a lotta broke niggas 'round the way ridin' 'round town

And they lookin' for my face

Gotta pray to God above you, girl, you know that Savage love you

And I hope that you feel the same

Tryna be the one for you, but my nickname true

And I hope that I can change

Girl, you know that Savage love you, girl, you know that Savage love you

Gotta turn my bitch up, turn my bitch up

Turn my bitch up, turn my bitch up

Turn my bitch up, turn my-

Know I gotta turn my bitch up, turn my bih, T-T

Turn my bih, T-T, turn my bih

Gotta turn my bitch up, turn my- (ayy)

I gotta stop goin' Van Cleef, condo, third week

I like it, but I'm too geeked, tryna turn you up

I gotta stop goin' Lenci', Rollie, first week

You're misreadin' me, I'm too geeked, tryna turn you up

You were lost until me

I didn't get no finder's fee

You're actin' like a bride-to-be

Behind closed doors, slimin' me

Friends are all advisin' me

Sayin' I could die tryna turn you up

There's three sides to this story, girl

The one you subtweet

The one your group chat gets to read

The one you come and tell to me

I understand it finally

I'm tryna give you highs and you're plannin' our goodbyes

Burnin' cash like it's lit on fire

Penthouse and some new attire

I fulfilled all of your desires

You don't work, but you act retired

'Cause you know that you're mine and it's my fault

It's my fault, it's my fault, for once I take accountability

It's my fault that you got superpowers on your knees

It's my fault for once, don't keep you grounded on your feet

It's my fault for once, I drain accounts to make you love me

It's my fault for once, it's one-sided loyalty

My fault for once, I'm payin' lawyer fees

Doin' things just to set you free, see you breathe

It's my fault for once, I got the Wagon, G

Got you ridin' 'round with niggas that are nothin' like me

It's my fault for once, that's how you make it seem

It's my fault, it's my fault

You were lost until me

You were lost until me, mm-mm, mhm-mm

You were lost until me

My confidence is super low

Baby M, you know I got a heart of gold

You pawned that shit and hit the road, baby

For goodness sakes, at this rate

Your funeral is finna have like ten caskets on display

One for you, the other nine for everything you're takin' to the grave

You don't play, you don't, you don't, you don't, you

You don't play no games

There's three things I learned from love for free

Only thing really worth chasin' is a dream

People don't know we play roles on screen

Messy, started gettin' trendy, gotta keep it clean

You know I keep it clean

All weapons formed against me gotta jam

Brought you 'round the dawgs, treat you like the fam'

Shoulda been a wham, bam, thank you ma'am

Know you got my confidence on sale

Case you wanna feel better 'bout yourself

You were lost until me

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