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Drake - Tuscan Leather

Текст песни: [Verse 1:] Comin' off the last record, I'm gettin' 20 million off the record Just to off these records, n**ga, that's a record. I'm livin' like I'm out here on my last adventure, Past the present when you have to mention, This is nothin' for the radio, but they'll still play it, though, ‘Cause it's that new Drizzy Drake, that's just the way it go. Heavy airplay all day with no chorus, We keep it thorough, n**ga, rap like this for all of my borough n**gas. I reached the point where don't shit matter to me, n**ga, I reached heights that Dwight Howard couldn't reach, n**ga, Prince Akeem, they throw flowers at my feet, n**ga, I could go a hour on this beat, n**ga. I'm just as famous as my mentor, But that's still the boss, don't get sent for, Get hype on tracks and jump in front of a bullet you wasn't meant for, ‘Cause you don't really wanna hear me vent more, Hot temper, scary outcome. Here's a reason for n**gas that's hatin' without one That always let they mouth run, Bench players talkin' like starters, I hate it, Started from the bottom, now we here, n**ga, we made it. Yeah, Tom Ford “Tuscan Leather” smellin' like a brick, Degenerates, but even Ellen love our shit, Rich enough that I don't have to tell ‘em that I'm rich, Self explanatory, you just here to spread the story, wassup! [Verse 2:] Sittin' Gucci Row like they say up at UNLV, Young rebel, Young Money, nothing you could tell me. Paperwork takin' too long, maybe, they don't understand me, I'll compromise if I have to, I gotta stay with the family, Not even talkin' to Nicki, communication is breakin', I dropped the ball on some personal shit, I need to embrace it: I'm honest, I make mistakes, I'd be the second to admit it, Think that's why I need her in my life, to check me when I'm trippin'. On a mission, tryna shift the culture, Tell me who dissin', I got some things that'll hit the culprit, Them strep throat flows, them shits to stop all of the talkin', All of the talkin', got one reply for all of your comments, Fuck what you think, I'm too busy, that's why you leave a message. Born a perfectionist, guess that makes me a bit obsessive, That shit I heard from you lately really relieved some pressure, Like, “Aye, b, I got your CD, you get an E for effort!” I piece letters together and get to talkin' reckless. Owl chains like credentials, you know, you see the necklace, My life's a completed checklist, I'm tired of hearin' ‘bout who you checkin' for now, Just give it time, we'll see who's still around a decade from now. That's real. [Verse 3:] How much time is this n**ga spendin' on the intro? Lately I've been feelin' like Guy Pearce in Memento, I just set the bar, n**gas fall under it like a limbo. The family all that matters, I'm just out here with my kinfolk, Off everything my pen wrote we went from Bundy to Winslow. This for shorty up on Glengrove who love when I catch my tempo, I sip the Pora and listen to Cappadonna, The fresh prince, just had dinner with Tatyana, no lie, All these 90's fantasies on my mind, The difference is that with mine, they all come true in due time. I might come through without security to check if you're fine, That's just me on my solo like, fuck it, like, YOLO! Wanted to tell you, "Accept yourself! You don't have to prove shit to no one except yourself, And if you end up needin' some extra help, then I could help, You know, back on your feet and shit, Tryna get my karma up, fuck the guilty and greedy shit!” How much time is this n**ga spendin' on the intro? How this n**ga workin' like he got a fuckin' twin, though? Life is soundin' crazy, 40 on Martin Scorcese, And I wouldn't change a thing if you paid me, now, real n**ga, wassup? How much time is this n**ga spendin' on the intro? [Outro: Curtis Mayfield] If there's hell below, I'll see you when you get there. Are you enjoying yourselves? If we may, we'd just like to close off with something a bit inspirational. Hopefully, something a bit relevant as to us all are having the same fears, shedding similar tears, and of course dying in so many years. It don't mean that we can't have a good life. So we'd like to just maybe close out with something, some food for thought.

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Drake – <p>Aubrey Drake Graham (born October 24, 1986, Toronto), better known under the pseudonym Drake, is a Canadian rapper and actor.<br /><br /> Aubrey &quot;Drake&quot; Graham was born on October 24, 1986 in Toronto, Ontario, the son of Denis Graham, a drummer who worked with Jerry Lee Lewis, he is the nephew of musician Larry Graham. Graham&#39;s father is a black American from Memphis, Tennessee, and Graham&#39;s mother, an educator, lives in Canada. His parents divorced when he was five, and he was raised by his mother in the affluent suburb of Toronto, where he attended elementary school as well as high school and college, which he never graduated from. He also spent many years with his father in Memphis.<br /><br /></p> – Драке
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[Verse 1:]
Comin' off the last record, I'm gettin' 20 million off the record
Just to off these records, n**ga, that's a record.
I'm livin' like I'm out here on my last adventure,
Past the present when you have to mention,
This is nothin' for the radio, but they'll still play it, though,
‘Cause it's that new Drizzy Drake, that's just the way it go.
Heavy airplay all day with no chorus,
We keep it thorough, n**ga, rap like this for all of my borough n**gas.
I reached the point where don't shit matter to me, n**ga,
I reached heights that Dwight Howard couldn't reach, n**ga,
Prince Akeem, they throw flowers at my feet, n**ga,
I could go a hour on this beat, n**ga.
I'm just as famous as my mentor,
But that's still the boss, don't get sent for,
Get hype on tracks and jump in front of a bullet you wasn't meant for,
‘Cause you don't really wanna hear me vent more,
Hot temper, scary outcome.
Here's a reason for n**gas that's hatin' without one
That always let they mouth run,
Bench players talkin' like starters, I hate it,
Started from the bottom, now we here, n**ga, we made it.
Yeah, Tom Ford “Tuscan Leather” smellin' like a brick,
Degenerates, but even Ellen love our shit,
Rich enough that I don't have to tell ‘em that I'm rich,
Self explanatory, you just here to spread the story, wassup!

[Verse 2:]
Sittin' Gucci Row like they say up at UNLV,
Young rebel, Young Money, nothing you could tell me.
Paperwork takin' too long, maybe, they don't understand me,
I'll compromise if I have to, I gotta stay with the family,
Not even talkin' to Nicki, communication is breakin',
I dropped the ball on some personal shit, I need to embrace it:
I'm honest, I make mistakes, I'd be the second to admit it,
Think that's why I need her in my life, to check me when I'm trippin'.
On a mission, tryna shift the culture,
Tell me who dissin', I got some things that'll hit the culprit,
Them strep throat flows, them shits to stop all of the talkin',
All of the talkin', got one reply for all of your comments,
Fuck what you think, I'm too busy, that's why you leave a message.
Born a perfectionist, guess that makes me a bit obsessive,
That shit I heard from you lately really relieved some pressure,
Like, “Aye, b, I got your CD, you get an E for effort!”
I piece letters together and get to talkin' reckless.
Owl chains like credentials, you know, you see the necklace,
My life's a completed checklist,
I'm tired of hearin' ‘bout who you checkin' for now,
Just give it time, we'll see who's still around a decade from now.
That's real.

[Verse 3:]
How much time is this n**ga spendin' on the intro?
Lately I've been feelin' like Guy Pearce in Memento,
I just set the bar, n**gas fall under it like a limbo.
The family all that matters, I'm just out here with my kinfolk,
Off everything my pen wrote we went from Bundy to Winslow.
This for shorty up on Glengrove who love when I catch my tempo,
I sip the Pora and listen to Cappadonna,
The fresh prince, just had dinner with Tatyana, no lie,
All these 90's fantasies on my mind,
The difference is that with mine, they all come true in due time.
I might come through without security to check if you're fine,
That's just me on my solo like, fuck it, like, YOLO!
Wanted to tell you, "Accept yourself!
You don't have to prove shit to no one except yourself,
And if you end up needin' some extra help, then I could help,
You know, back on your feet and shit,
Tryna get my karma up, fuck the guilty and greedy shit!”
How much time is this n**ga spendin' on the intro?
How this n**ga workin' like he got a fuckin' twin, though?
Life is soundin' crazy, 40 on Martin Scorcese,
And I wouldn't change a thing if you paid me, now, real n**ga, wassup?
How much time is this n**ga spendin' on the intro?

[Outro: Curtis Mayfield]
If there's hell below, I'll see you when you get there. Are you enjoying yourselves? If we may, we'd just like to close off with something a bit inspirational. Hopefully, something a bit relevant as to us all are having the same fears, shedding similar tears, and of course dying in so many years. It don't mean that we can't have a good life. So we'd like to just maybe close out with something, some food for thought.

















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