Finishing up his final thoughts, Drake hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth. How can you live with yourself? Haven't even heard from you. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl them late nights ain't good for you. How we let it get like this I don't know. I'm too good for you, too good for you. Drake continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.
As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Finally, he broke the silence. Really starting to show on you. Closing his eyes, Drake began to flow freely. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened. Haven't even heard from you. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time.
Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. Transmitindo ao vivo a porra da calha Eu não está falando sobre algum dinheiro merda real Transmitindo ao vivo da sarjeta maldita Juro por Deus que eu vou comprar esse filho da puta ahh. Hendrix ah, ah I woke up like this Reporting live from the fucking gutter bitch I ain't talking about some real money shit I ain't talking nothin' but big money shit I ain't talking nothin' but big money bitch Reporting live from the gutter I'll buy these motherfuckers talking big money shit bitch Straight up out the gutter, never had shit Now we got 90210 on our address Talking 10 mill just to get an asset I know them tears did on my last bitch The money made me hungry I'm a savage I've seen stars lining up you can't imagine I watched my broad give up on me like I'm average I went back inside the attic count it up and started laughing, ha I went back inside the attic count it up and started laughing, ha Cuban links hanging on my wrist I was on welfare Wake up in the house I look around see bales everywhere I see girls everywhere, I see scales everywhere I see hell everywhere, I get mail everywhere Walked outside Buford County came out in a Learjet A fiend for that lean I ain't even started drinking beer yet The pussy I trap out I need that Came out clean, I ain't clean my shit still there Just imagine you was living lavish and they still there Walk up in the crib look pools sitting on the hill now I just need some niggas with me that will keep it real yeah Got a lot of pretty bitches I just paid their bills now Money make me feel good but does she make me feel good Known for gettin' that guala out in europe while we're still hood Known to pop a bottle on a motherfucker like I'm on my last damn dollar Reporting live from the fucking gutter bitch I ain't talking about some real money shit I ain't talking nothin' but big money shit I ain't talking nothin' but big money bitch Reporting live from the gutter, I will buy this motherfucker It's not even a discussion whoop And I got my niggas with me, yeah, yeah She gon' end up dipping with me, yeah, yeah And I got her tripping off of yay, yay Pillow talking dishing out on all y'all In one ear and out the other Shut your mouth and take what's coming Live from the gutter dog, yeah, yeah She don't want pets but I'm a dog, yeah, yeah And she love it dog, yeah, yeah And she love it dog, yeah, yeah On the Billboards, all we do is pop shit Soon as that night fall, that's when we lock in This for my niggas on that bullshit and that nonsense This for my dogs who go Karrueche with the chopsticks And we gon miss you They don't wanna smoke they don't want no issue But these the times we gotta live through But these the times we gotta live through And I'm. But that nigga can't save your soul, nah. Reporting live from the fucking gutter I ain't talking about some real money shit Reporting live from the damn gutter Swear to god I'll buy this motherfucker ahh Live From The Gutter Hendrix ah, ah Eu acordei como este Transmitindo ao vivo a partir da puta merda sarjeta Eu não está falando sobre algum dinheiro merda real Eu não estou falando nada, mas o dinheiro grande merda Eu não estou falando nada, mas o dinheiro grande cadela Transmitindo ao vivo a partir da calha Eu vou comprar esses filhos da puta falando merda grande cadela dinheiro Em linha reta até a sarjeta, nunca tive merda Agora temos 90.
As the outro began to play, Drake put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. . A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. How can you live with yourself? The track stopped playing, and Drake stepped from the shadows. I feel like Kendrick has described his upbringing in his songs well enough so I shouldn't have to explain that. You should go back to him, perfect match for you, unstable.
I haven't even heard from you. I haven't even heard from you, not a single word from you, Ungrateful. Drake retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. The room fell quiet as people began to observe.
Don't hit me up when it's good for you. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. Outside of Jumpman, Big Rings, 30 for 30 Freestyle, that entire project was meant to be singles for Future with Drake features but ended up releasing them collectively. Maybe it's not the lowest but he definitely did not have it great until he at least hit college. .
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