Drake - From Time lyrics

What's up? Been a minute since we kicked it

You've been caught up with them bitches

I don't get it, you're a star love

You shouldn't have to deal with that

I'll never make you feel like that

Cause I love me, I love me enough for the both of us

That's why you trust me, I know you been through more than most of us

So what are you? what are you, what are you so afraid of?

Darling you, you give but you cannot take love


[Verse 1: Drake]

I needed to hear that shit, I hate when you're submissive

Passive aggressive when we're texting, I feel the distance

I look around the peers that surround me, these niggas tripping

I like when money makes a difference but don't make you different

Started realizing a couple places I can take it

I want to get back to when I was that kid in the basement

I want to take it deeper than money, pussy, vacation

And influence a generation that's lacking in patience

I've been dealing with my dad, speaking a lack of patience

Just me and my old man getting back to basics

We've been talking 'bout the future and time that we wasted

When he put that bottle down, girl that nigga's amazing

Well, fuck it, we had a couple Coronas

We might have rolled a white paper, just something to hold us

We even talked about you and our couple of moments

He said we should hash it out like a couple of grown ups

You a flower child, beautiful child, I'm in your zone

Looking like you came from the 70's on your own

My mother is 66 and her favorite line to hit me with is

Who the fuck wants to be 70 and alone?

Y'all don't even know what you want from love anymore

I search for something I'm missing and disappear when I'm bored

But girl, what qualities was I looking for before?

Who you settling for? Who better for you than the boy, hah?


[Hook]

What's up? Been a minute since we kicked it

You've been caught up with them bitches

I don't get it, you're a star love

You shouldn't have to deal with that

I'll never make you feel like that


Cause I love me, I love me enough for the both of us

That's why you trust me, I know you been through more than most of us

So what are you? what are you, what are you so afraid of?

Darling you, you give but you cannot take love


[Verse 2: Drake]

Thinkin' about Texas back when Porsche used to work at Treasures

Or further back then that, before I had the Houston leverage

When I got Summer a Michael Kors with my momma's debit

A weak attempt at flexing, I'll never forget it

Cause that night I played her three songs

Then we talked about something we disagreed on

Then she started telling me how I'll never be as big as Trey Songz

Boy was she wrong, that was just negative energy for me to feed off

Now it's therapeutic blowing money in a galleria

Or Beverly Center Macy's where I discovered Bria

Landmarks to the 'muses that inspired the music

When I could tell it was sincere without trying to prove it

The one that I needed was Kourtney from Hooters on P Street

I've always been feeling like she was the piece to complete me

Now she engaged to be married, what's the rush on commitment?

Know we were going through some shit, name a couple that isn’t

Remember our talk in the parking lot at the Ritz

Girl I thought we had it all planned out, guess I fucked up the vision

Learning the true consequences of my selfish decisions

When you find out how I’m living I just hope I’m forgiven

It seems like you don’t want this love anymore

I’m acting out in the open it’s hard for you to ignore

But girl, what qualities was I looking for before?

Who you settling for, who better for you than the boy, huh?


[Hook]

What's up? Been a minute since we kicked it

You've been caught up with them bitches

I don't get it, you're a star love

You shouldn't have to deal with that

I'll never make you feel like that


Cause I love me, I love me enough for the both of us

That's why you trust me, I know you been through more than most of us

So what are you? what are you, what are you so afraid of?

Darling you, you give but you cannot take love






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