Hey, Instagram
This song I've been writing, oh, for a few months
I don't know, I, I started writing it about family
Just came up now, so
Hey, Instagram
This song I've been writing, oh, for a few months
I don't know, I, I started writing it about family
Just came up now, so
Anybody feel any way about it, I don't give a fuck
(Yeah, family)
[Verse 1: Drake]
Yeah
Yeah
Lost you to the game, I gotta hug that
I was here when you was asking where the love at
Dip your finger in the bag to get your buzz back
I was wishin' on a star when I was that
I've been fortunate enough to have it my way
I'm a fortune teller, listen to what I say
Member when we used to park up in my driveway
I always told it how it was, I never shy away
This life is really something you get lost in
I know niggas that got famous and they bought friends
I had friends that only had half of they heart in
It's hard to accept now, and it was hard then
But I treated you like gold, I was all in
Spoiled rotten, they could smell you 'fore you walked in
Burnin' incense in your new apartment
But you got no sense when it come to
Lost you to the game, I gotta hold that
How you feelin' in your soul since you sold that?
I'll be better off without you, and we know that
You ain't lookin' at a nigga you could hold back
Like I'm tryna show the waves, this is no cap
You sold me up the river, but I rowed back
You put me on the road without a roadmap
I'm not tryna make no song, these are cold facts
[Interlude: Drake & Dennis Graham]
You got some liquor at the house?
Yeah
Go get a shot, let's do a shot together
I don't see it
Okay, hahaha
[Verse 2: Drake]
Ayy
Being here wasn't in the plans
I do it for the Grahams, not the 'Gram
I do it for the fam, but still fuckin' Uncle Sam
I tried to change for you, but that wasn't who I am
Even when being real is out of fashion
Niggas keep stealin' my style, now we out here matchin'
I did it by being myself with no dramatic acting
I couldn't sit around and wait, I had to have it happen
Lost you to the game, I gotta face that
Really think I lost you like a ways back
Always sayin' how a nigga never play fair
I took you up under my wing and you just stayed there
You was supposed to grow some wings, get your own pair
We started this from the bottom, now you alone there
Shit, you treat it like it's home there
Dependent on me, you was supposed to get your own share
I still love you to my last days
I never knew that shit would be this fast-paced
I never thought I'd see awards in a glass case
I could've ended up in your crib with a masked face
It could've went left on a couple bad days
When I visit my last place is the only time I'm in last place
See me these days, I never got on a sad face
See me these days, I
Lost you to the game, and I see why
It was always you and I without the T-Y
This is not one of them stories that got three sides
This is not one of them stories you could rewind
Like I'm tryna show the waves, this is no cap
You drove a nigga crazy, but I drove back
You wrote me off and then you never wrote back
I'm not tryna make no song, these are cold facts
[Outro: Drake & Dennis Graham]
Yes, sir
(Baby)
Hold on, hold on
(Let me tell you something about me)
(I really do know, I know who I wanna be)
Woo
Lord, I already passed on all that (Woo)
You go 'head on, haha
Hey, Instagram
Denne sang jeg har skrevet, åh, for et par måneder
Jeg ved det ikke, jeg, jeg begyndte at skrive det om familie
Bare kom op nu, så
Nogen føler nogen måde om det, jeg giver ikke en fuck
(Ja, familie)
[Vers 1: Drake]
Ja
Ja
Lost dig til spillet, jeg skal jo knus, at
Jeg var her, når du beder, hvor kærlighed ved
Dyp fingeren i posen for at få din buzz tilbage
Jeg var Wishin' på en stjerne, da jeg var der
Jeg har været så heldige at have det på min måde
Jeg er en spåkone, lytte til, hvad jeg siger
Medlem når vi plejede at parkere op i min indkørsel
Jeg har altid fortalt det, hvordan det var, jeg aldrig vige
Dette liv er virkelig noget du farer vild i
Jeg ved niggas, der fik berømt og de købte venner
Jeg havde venner, der kun havde halvdelen af de hjerte i
Det er svært at acceptere nu, og det var svært så
Men jeg behandlede dig som guld, jeg var alt i
Em rotten, kunne de lugte dig 'forgrunden du gik i
Burnin' røgelse i din nye lejlighed
Men du fik ingen mening, når det kommer til
Lost dig til spillet, gotta jeg antage, at
Hvordan du feelin' i din sjæl, siden du solgte den?
Jeg vil være bedre tjent uden dig, og vi ved, at
Du er ikke lookin' på en nigga du kunne holde tilbage
Ligesom jeg er tryna vise bølgerne, det er ingen hætte
Du solgte mig op ad floden, men jeg roede tilbage
Du sætter mig på vejen uden en køreplan
Jeg er ikke tryna gøre nogen sang, disse er kolde facts
[Mellemspil: Drake & Dennis Graham]
Du fik nogle spiritus i huset?
Ja
Gå få et skud, lad os gøre et skud sammen
Jeg kan ikke se det
Okay, hahaha
[Vers 2: Drake]
aYY
At være her var ikke i planerne
Jeg gør det for Grahams, ikke den 'Gram
Jeg gør det for fam, men stadig fuckin' Uncle Sam
Jeg forsøgte at ændre for dig, men det var ikke hvem jeg er
Selv når at blive rigtig er gået af mode
Niggas holde stealin' min stil, nu er vi herude matchin'
Jeg gjorde det ved at være mig selv uden nogen dramatisk skuespil
Jeg kunne ikke sidde og vente, måtte jeg have det til at ske
Lost dig til spillet, gotta jeg står, at
Virkelig tror jeg mistede dig som en måder tilbage
Altid sayin' hvordan en nigga aldrig spille fair
Jeg tog dig op under mine vinger og du bare boede der
Du skulle vokse nogle vinger, få din egen par
Vi startede denne fra bunden, nu er du alene er der
Shit, du behandle det som det hjem der
Afhængig af mig, blev du skulle få din egen andel
Jeg elsker dig stadig til mine sidste dage
Jeg vidste aldrig det lort ville være denne tempofyldt
Jeg troede aldrig jeg skulle se priser i en glasmontre
Jeg kunne have endt i din krybbe med en maskeret ansigt
Det kunne have gik tilbage på et par dårlige dage
Når jeg besøger min sidste sted er den eneste gang, jeg er i sidste sted
Se mig i disse dage, jeg aldrig fik på en trist ansigt
Se mig i disse dage, jeg
Lost dig til spillet, og jeg kan se hvorfor
Det var altid dig og jeg uden T-Y
Dette er ikke en af dem historier, der fik tre sider
Dette er ikke en af dem historier, du kunne spole tilbage
Ligesom jeg er tryna vise bølgerne, det er ingen hætte
Du kørte en nigga skør, men jeg kørte tilbage
Du skrev mig ud og derefter du aldrig skrev tilbage
Jeg er ikke tryna gøre nogen sang, disse er kolde facts
[Outro: Drake & Dennis Graham]
Ja Hr
(Baby)
Hold på, holde på
(Lad mig fortælle dig noget om mig)
(Jeg virkelig ved, jeg ved, hvem jeg wanna)
Woo
Herre, jeg allerede videregivet alt, (Woo)
Du går 'hoved, haha