DRAKE

She said if Drake rapped on my beat I'd be a millionaire in the next week Thirty million streams I want better J's on my feet, but, that's not me I don't like this beat, I don't like this world I don't like myself, I don't like the fact I can't provide for my girl She can't get her nails done, £23 man, what have I done I'm loving you Till I die of the stress of the weight I'll be loading plates on my back till I'm hugging you And the war is over, till it's not I'll be sober, fighting Spartan tings, tough life like a viking or a Mayan Or the Incas, cos they're way cooler than the others, my love stop crying People are sick and tired of hearing darling I bloodclart love you But I do, I never wanted to share my zoot so badly with someone but you You complete my heart and my riddim The other side of my heart, you're giving me skisms, like I envisioned I saw you, before, in the room, man, I recalled you I saw you, before, in the room, man, I recalled you How does Marijuana play into your life? Marijuana? I don't smoke Marijuana man I smoke herb Herb? Yes, sire Marijuana's a girl from Cuba Hmm, Hmmm