Drake - Gold Roses [Feat. Rick Ross] ᴴᴰ

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  • Published on:  Friday, July 26, 2019
  • [Intro: Drake]
    Yeah
    I'm home now, it's over now, so...
    Yeah

    [Verse 1: Drake]
    She got a thing for Chanel vintage that dropped before she could speak English
    Do you love me or love seekin' attention, I mean which one is it?
    You keep callin' me ya twin, but twins ain't this different
    Mentally I'm already on next year, that's some 20/20 clear vision
    You sayin' let you finish, I ain't tryna hear it
    I'm all for spiritual liftin', but I don't fly Spirit
    I'm all for findin' happiness, but down to die serious
    All smiles, Kevin Durant trials
    Had to blow it on the court, I must have blew a milli'
    I'm walkin' on all charges, that's my new Achilles
    I know they love to rock a check, but who gon' do it really? Really?
    My depositions never surface
    Tanenbaum know the logo on the jersey, it's gettin' purchased
    Ten years in and y'all yet to hear my most impressive verses
    Paid the cost to be the boss wasn't even my most expensive purchase
    Trust when I say I'm never on the shit they assumin' I'm on
    Tales about me are like corridos in Culiacán
    Sashimi from Saito, you know that man two Michelin Star
    Postcard from Grace Bay, sendin' my distant regards
    Vision wasn't mine, told my niggas the vision was ours
    Still a part of shorty even if we've been livin' apart
    Roxx'll do you filthy for me soon as I give him the nod
    Meanin' he'll blast for me like puttin' the 6 with the God
    Hop on a float to show the city the one they appointed
    The one that's rebuildin' schools and feedin' the homeless
    Hang with my niggas, but sometimes I be tryna avoid it
    'Cause they'll get to poppin' out of place like they double jointed
    Goals was the top of the pyramid in this shitty world
    "I gotta get the most of everything" is the axis on which it sit and twirls
    Point blank period, like a City Girl and then I bring it back to 50 world

    [Chorus: Drake & Rick Ross]
    Ayy, woah
    You made me this way, yeah
    Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah
    Put some flowers in my face, won't you?
    Let me know that I did okay, yeah
    Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no
    They love to wait 'til it's too late, it's too late
    This different right here, yo

    [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
    I was nominated, never won a Grammy
    But I understand, they'll never understand me
    Lot of lives lost, but I never panicked
    Lot of lines crossed, I never did a Xanny
    A hundred room mansion but I felt abandoned
    Love makin' love, but where will love land me?
    Jealous, so their bitches be actin' like they sleepin' on us
    But they speakin' on us, jewelers quote us even numbers
    Still blowin' smoke as angels float above us
    Love givin' back, but will they ever love us?
    Chanel in the mail, FedEx from Pharrell
    And what I got for sale just sit on the scale
    Triple beam dream, a buck on the shades
    I really seen things give mothers the shakes
    I really bought cars for women on face
    I know it seem odd, but money amazin'
    College loans really did fuck up her credit
    Discover cards, look back, I know she regret it
    While we keep pushin', keep our foot on the pedal
    In the mirror she a blessin', rebukin' the devil
    Livin' on the edge, she keepin' me level
    Money come and go, I'ma keep you forever
    Money come and go, I'ma keep you forever (Forever)
    Slip-on glass slippers and tickle with feathers
    Everywhere we go, we create a dilemma
    Coming to America, really the set
    I'll let your soul glow, I'm keepin' you wet
    All my cold Decembers, I know she remembers
    Forgiveness for a sinner, but is it that simple?
    Holdin' on your hands, your body's a temple
    Fly you out to Cannes, ménages with bitches
    Lobsters and the prawns, thought you was Spanish
    Bottles for the Don, our parties the biggest (Biggest, biggest)
    (Maybach Music)

    [Chorus: Drake]
    Ayy, woah
    You made me this way, yeah
    Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah
    Put some flowers in my face, won't you?
    Let me know that I did okay, yeah
    Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no
    They love to wait 'til it's too late, too late (Ayy)

    [Verse 3: Rick Ross]
    Had a dream she was singin' to me like Gladys Knight
    True love in the projects is called paradise
    All your niggas left, you wasn't actin' right
    But honesty itself a small sacrifice
    My money bag heavy, got me packin' light
    You movin' funny, can you fill my appetite?
    Niggas' conversations, a lot of it false
    He own condos right over Carnegie Hall
    Speak about your cars, but all of 'em parked
    Your niggas' money light, come out of the dark
    You really are my type, that's not a facade
    One of the reasons why I write, we got a synopsis
    I'm always at the top of barbershop gossip
    After further thought, better not knock 'em
    Allocate some dollars to go out shoppin'
    Bitch, we on the real, it's time to stop talkin' (Stop talkin', stop talkin')

    [Chorus: Drake]
    Ayy, woah
    You made me this way, yeah
    Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah
    Put some flowers in my face, won't you?
    Let me know that I did okay, yeah
    Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no
    They love to wait 'til it's too late, too late (Ayy)


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    #GoldRoses
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