Listen to Days in the East by Drake

Days in the East

Drake

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Drake
Performer
PARTYNEXTDOOR
PARTYNEXTDOOR
Performer
Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Parker
J. Parker
Songwriter
Elgin Lumpkin
Elgin Lumpkin
Songwriter
J. Brathwaite
J. Brathwaite
Songwriter
Mikky Ekko
Mikky Ekko
Songwriter
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Songwriter
Robert Reives
Robert Reives
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley Z
Timothy Mosley Z
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, why you keep askin' me about her? She's not here right now, she's not here right now Why am I the one you wanna get into with for the drama I got a lot to say, and that's the last thing a nigga wanna hear right now Spendin' all my days on the Eastside, oh Forgettin' who I was on the other side, oh Young nigga switchin' up the program right now Tryna put the power in my own hands right now I'm about to ride through the old hood right now Got too much pride for my own good right now Waitin' on you to give in and hit me up So I could fall through like old times and hit it up I'm terrible at inviting myself, call me over Those nights when you need someone else call me over You can be the one to take control call me over When I get there, you already know, call me Why you keep askin' me about her? Couple of other things I'd rather do than talk about that right now Told you about giving him chances on chances on chances He's not holding you down, he's holding you back right now Spendin' all my days on the Eastside, oh Forgettin' who I was on the other side, oh Young nigga switchin' up the program right now Tryna put the power in my own hands right now Love it when your ass speak the truth to me, oh Tryna wake up and have you with me, oh Waitin' on you to give in and hit me up So I could fall through like old times and hit it up I'm terrible at inviting myself, call me over Those nights when you need someone else call me over You can be the one to take control call me over When I get there, you already know, call me Yeah, ayy Yeah (I threw my hands in the air and said show me something), ayy Remember one night I went to Erykah Badou house She made tea for me We talked about love and what life can really be for me She said, "When that shit is real, you just know" And I was thinking about you, you already know Yeah, the other night Chubbs showed up at my house He had weed for me, that's my nigga 'til we gone Keep his ear to the streets for me Said the city stress him out on the low I said, "I feel you, nigga, I already know" Yeah, already Girls talkin' 'bout, "You gotta leave already?" Damn, my lil' nephew turned four already Gave you a little help, you need more already Damn, you need more already? 'Fore you said, "You're mine," I was yours already 22, had the Bentley four-door already Even as a boy, I was the boy already So you know that mean the pussy galore already Mention other girls, you get insecure already That was in the past, I matured already Fuck them hoes, you got the award already You go to Chanel and get the rewards already Know I do this shit for Third Ward already Know I do this shit for H-Town already Already, already Yeah Back up in this thing, it's a go Had a couple niggas out of pocket, now they know Ain't the first time 'cause I've lost you before Had to get it back, had to get it back Had to pull it back because I know I'm on the road Had to take you back because I know you're down to roll If you can get it from me, you can have it, now you know All your friends asking where you stand with the boy FaceTime saying you got plans for the boy Studying your body, that's exams for the boy Take a flight here, pop a Xan for your boy Waking up in Amsterdam with the boy Long flight home, 'nother Xan for your boy You would probably fly out to Japan for the boy You would probably kill another man for the boy You would probably You would probably lie about it on the stand for your boy Put the Bible to your right hand for the boy That's why you ain't never got to worry 'bout the boy You know you got You know you got that really good insurance on the boy You just gotta pack a bag and hurry to the boy, yeah Why? Fring
Writer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, Aubrey Drake Graham, Elgin Lumpkin, Noah James Shebib, Justin Parker, Jahron Anthony Brathwaite, John Stephen Sudduth, Robert Reives Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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