ฟังเพลง8am in Charlotte (Explicit)

8am in Charlotte (Explicit) - Drake

Lyrics by：A. Graham/D. Williams/M. Dragoi/J. Woodland/L. Santi/N. Eskridge

Composed by：A. Graham/D. Williams/M. Dragoi/J. Woodland/L. Santi/N. Eskridge

Produced by：Conductor Williams/Mario Luciano/Jason Wool

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

Ah-em still get this **** off though

Look

The money speakin' for itself I call it fortune-tell

Fire top from a ***** 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 ******* 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 'cane

They think they Orson Welles

Walk in Chanel they like "How the **** 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 ****

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

H*es 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 ****

Nah I'm movin' different right now for real like

I feel like if Mike switched out the glove for the pen like

This **** just too enticing right now you know

Look

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 ***** 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

Look

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