| Lyrics: (Drake talking) This is why I do this shit. I think they call this, umm, venting. (Verse 1) Look Uhh. This is me. Still the same. They want the hits. I play the game. No auto tune, but you can feel the "Pain". It all comes spilling out like I hit a vein. What up lil' Bruh? What up SlumVille? I hope you know that y'all the reason I have fun still. The fans thinking that we all signed for one mill'. Equal opportunity rapping, that shit is unreal. That ain't how it works. That ain't that how it goes. And I been getting high just to balance out the lows. And I could use a writer just to balance out my flows. But I never share my thoughts, This is all a nigga knows. And every time I try, it opens up my eyes. These verses are a chance to be remembered and reprised. And I would be performing this as long as I'm alive , So every word I utter will be mine. (Chorus) Dont believe the lies. Look me in my eyes. Please don't be scared of me. Please don't be scared of me. I remember you. This feeling isn't new. So please don't be scared of me. Please don't be scared of me. Oh oh oh oh ooh yah. (Verse 2) (Don't take this the wrong way but uhh) I never cried when Pac died. But I probably will when Hov does. And if my tears hold value, then I would drop one for every single Thing he showed us. And I'll be standing in a puddle. I stay away from niggas that could land me in some trouble. And I'ma keep it honest. I'm so tired of being subtle. It's just me, Forty, O, and Nek standing ... |
