I bet your mother would be proud of you, ooh (You, you, you, oh)
I bet our mother would be proud of you, oh
I know what you say
You say I coulda treated you better or whatever, but
Sanderlei Silveira ® - 2023-10-08T21:28-03:00 - US X2
I bet your mother would be proud of you, ooh (You, you, you, oh)
I bet our mother would be proud of you, oh
I know what you say
You say I coulda treated you better or whatever, but
I don't know, I think I did alright
Know what I'm sayin'?
And you know how you get
Drawin' conclusions like you got a Parsons degree or somethin'
I coulda treated you better, that's crazy
Nope
[Chorus: Drake]
Lean in, lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'
That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'
I move mountains for you, fuck that social climbin'
Lean into me, lean into me
Yeah, lean in, lean into me
[Verse 1: Drake]
Pussy, it makin' me tweak, ended up stayin' a week
She pretty but ghetto, pretty but rough, just like Virginia Beach
I wanna get back to the days that you loved me for nothin' but what you could see
You bust down the Jubilee, I swapped it and made you go factory, wait
You put some pain in me, I wanna get back to the major league
She wanna grab on the throttle, I wanna get back in the driver's seat
That nigga spent his last check on your car and you got it and drove it to me
Asked me if I coulda treated you better, but no
[Chorus: Drake]
Lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'
That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'
I move mountains for you, fuck that social climbin'
Lean into me, lean into me
Lean in, lean into me
[Break: Drake]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Grr, grr
Yeah
[Verse 2: Drake]
Our texts feelin' like a fencin' match, your temper shorter and I'm sensin' that
You keep talkin' 'bout some, "Period," but where you 'bout to end the sentence at?
Cause you been goin' off on my ass, then I tell your ass where I'm at
And you act like I'm not supposed to mention that
I introduce you to my friends' girlfriends, you ain't interested in makin' friends
Talkin' 'bout you wanna cook for a nigga in the kitchen, can you make amends?
Least we know you got the cakes on you, girl, you should prolly stick to bakin' then
Workin' this crop like the rubber chute, I swear that I'm not tryna smother you
I got to know a whole other you, but let's not forget how I discovered you
We ain't even gotta mention that, any nigga try and trouble you
He gon' find out that it's on-site like W-W-W
On site like dot-com, put a baby in you, you a hot mom
Yeah, ask me if I coulda treated you better, but no
Not at all, not at all
[Outro: Frank Ocean]
I bet our mother would be proud of you, ooh (Mother would be proud)
Ech wetten Är Mamm wier stolz op dech, ooh (dech, Dir, Dir, oh)
Ech wetten eis Mamm wier stolz op dech, oh
Ech weess wat Dir seet
Dir sot, ech kéint Iech besser behandelen oder wat och ëmmer, awer
Ech weess et net, ech mengen, ech hunn an der Rei
Wësst wat ech soen?
An Dir wësst wéi Dir kritt
Drawin 'Conclusiounen wéi Dir e parsononen Grad oder eenthin' krut
Ech kéint Iech besser behandelt ginn, dat ass verréckt
Unite
[Chorus: Drake]
Schlank an, schlank zu Soda, Fanta, Fantasizin '
Dat ass net gär datt Dir an der Dir sidd wéi Kompromisin '
Ech beweegen Bierger fir Iech, fuck déi sozial Klammen '
Leien an ech, léien mech an ech
Jo, leien an, leet mech an ech
[Vers 1: Drake]
Pussy, et makin 'Me Tweak, opgehalen bleift eng Woch
Si ass schéin awer ghetto, zimmlech awer rau, genau wéi Virginia Beach
Ech wëll zréck an d'Deeg kommen, déi Dir mir gär hutt fir net ze nothin 'awer wat Dir gesitt
Dir bust de Jubile erof, ech hunn et ofgeholl an huet dech Gouf getraff, waart
Dir setzt e puer Péng an mir, ech wëll zréck op d'Haapt League
Si wëll um Drossel gräifen, wëll ech zréck an de Chauffer Sëtz kommen
Datt d'Nigga säi leschte Scheck op Ärem Auto verbruecht huet an Dir hutt et gemaach an huet mech gefuer
Huet mech gefrot ob ech Iech besser behandelt hunn, awer nee
[Chorus: Drake]
Leive zu Soda, Fanta, Fantasizin '
Dat ass net gär datt Dir an der Dir sidd wéi Kompromisin '
Ech beweegen Bierger fir Iech, fuck déi sozial Klammen '
Leien an ech, léien mech an ech
Leet an, leet mech an
[Break: Drake]
Jo, jo
Jo
Grr, grr
Jo
[Vers 2: Drake]
Eis Texter fillt sech wéi e Fencin 'Match, Äre Temperper méi kuerz an ech sensinéieren dat
Dir sidd ëmmer weider '"boout", "Period," awer wou Dir "Bout fir de Saz ze halen?
Well Dir sidd op mengem Arsch gaang, da sot ech Ären Arsch wou ech sinn
An Dir handelt wéi ech net sollen dat nennen
Ech stellt Iech vir meng Frënn Frëndinnen, Dir sidd net un makin 'Frënn interesséiert
Talkin '' Bout Dir wëllt fir eng Nigga an der Kichen kachen, kënnt Dir Amendementer maachen?
Am mannsten wësse mer datt Dir d'Kuchen op Iech hutt, Meedchen, da sollt Dir prolly op Bakin 'dann
Schafft dës Erntegung wéi de Gummi Chute, ech schwieren datt ech net probéieren
Ech hunn e ganz aneren Iech kennen, awer loosst eis net vergiessen wéi ech Iech entdeckt hunn
Mir hu vläicht net emol erwähnt datt, all Nigga probéiert Iech
Hien ass erausfannen datt et op der Plaz ass wéi W-W-W
Op der Plaz wéi dot-com, setzt e Puppelchen an Iech, Dir eng waarm Mamm
Jo, frot mech wann ech Iech besser behandelt hunn, awer nee
Guer net, guer net
[Outro: Frank Ozean]
Ech wetten eis Mamm wier stolz op dech, ooh (Mamm wier houfreg)