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• Artiste: Drake
• Titre: That's Just How I Feel
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These days all gone by These days gone Ooh How could I forget you to be mine? Every little hour (Yeah) Every day Ooh Look, beats like this will make me feel like my soul's free They pay me to speak from the heart, they think that my soul's free All of them summers is slappers, baby, you owe me For real Probably would slow me down if I carry my trophies Maybe, when no one's around, I'll rap like the old me I used to put chains on all of the necks of my broskis, my OGs Yeah, and now that I rеmember, I took the chains and I brokе free I wonder how long I'll be at the top if they don't kill me I wonder how long it'll take 'em to count out two thousand million (Aha, like that?) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah And I made way too much in a week Must be two hundred fifty at least Like that money just grew off a tree Like the money just came in illegal Yeah, what? That's just how I feel, yeah That's just how I— And I love when they talkin' away They've been talkin' since 2008 I do tricks with the money and fame Give it to you, then take it away That's just how I feel, yeah That's just how I— And I went and bought a whip for my brother Same body, but two different colors And I might just help Kai get another Small price 'cause he kept it one hundred Yeah, yeah Shout out to Kiki, she love me Promise me, we don't talk about money Big steppin' in whatever country Eighteen years where we haven't been restin' Five years and you rappers turned dusty And you old niggas think you can touch me? Whenever y'all fall out of love with me, ayy, yeah Yeah Guess that's how y'all feel, yeah Guess that's how y'all— And I really did fuck up the summer Not the same way y’all fucked up last summer Got my wrists goin' dumber and dumber Got my chains goin' dumber and dumber (For real, yeah) And I made way too much in a week Must be two hundred fifty at least Like that money just grew off a tree Like the money just came in illegal Yeah, what? That's just how I feel, yeah That's just how I feel, yeah, yeah That's just how I— Can’t come put me to sleep I swear Baka without you, I'm weak 'Cause the words we be sayin' are deep But the truth is, I'm not always free, for real Yeah, yeah That's just how I— When I come back from tour this fall Will you really had saved it for me You just text me, like, "Oui-oui-oui-oui" We in Paris like two hundred deep, for real, yeah Yeah MRI machine scanning my knee Like, how long you been runnin' the streets? For real, yeah Yeah And my broski just re-did his hairline, now he out here fuckin' the same hoes as me, for real, yeah That's just how I feel, yeah That's just how I— And I love when they talkin' away They've been talkin' since 2008 I do tricks with the money and fame Give it to you, then take it away, for real, yeah That's just how I feel, yeah That's just how I— And I went and bought a whip for my brother Same body, but two different colors Yeah, yeah That's just how I feel