Listen to Losses by Drake

Losses

Drake

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Drake
Vocals
Dennis Graham
Dennis Graham
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rupert Thomas Jr.
Rupert Thomas Jr.
Songwriter
Elias Sticken
Elias Sticken
Songwriter
Michael Hernandez
Michael Hernandez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SEVN Thomas
SEVN Thomas
Producer
Elyas
Elyas
Producer
Foreign Teck
Foreign Teck
Producer
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
OZ
OZ
Producer

Lyrics

Hey, Instagram This song I've been writing, oh, for a few months I don't know, I, I started writing it about family Just came up now, so Anybody feel any way about it, I don't give a fuck (Yeah, family) Yeah Yeah Lost you to the game, I gotta hug that I was here when you was asking where the love at Dip your finger in the bag to get your buzz back I was wishin' on a star when I was that I've been fortunate enough to have it my way I'm a fortune teller, listen to what I say 'Member when we used to park up in my driveway I always told it how it was, I never shy away This life is really something you get lost in I know niggas that got famous then they bought friends I had friends that only had half of they heart in It's hard to accept now, and it was hard then But I treated you like gold, I was all in Spoiled rotten, they could smell you 'fore you walked in Burnin' incense in your new apartment But you got no sense when it come to Lost you to the game, I gotta hold that How you feelin' in your soul since you sold that? I'll be better off without you, and we know that You ain't lookin' at a nigga you could hold back Like I'm tryna show the waves, this is no cap You sold me up the river, but I rowed back You put me on the road without a roadmap I'm not tryna make no song, these are cold facts You got some liquor at the house? Yeah Go get a shot, let's do a shot together I don't see it Okay, hahaha Ayy, being here wasn't in the plans I do it for the Grahams, not the 'Gram I do it for the fam, but still fuckin' Uncle Sam I tried to change for you, but that wasn't who I am Even when being real is out of fashion Niggas keep stealin' my style, now we out here matchin' I did it by being myself with no dramatic acting I couldn't sit around and wait, I had to have it happen Lost you to the game, I gotta face that Really think I lost you like a ways back Always sayin' how a nigga never play fair I took you up under my wing and you just stayed there You was supposed to grow some wings, get your own pair We started this from the bottom, now you alone there Shit, you treat it like it's home there Dependent on me, you was supposed to get your own share I'll still love you 'til my last days I never knew that shit would be this fast-paced I never thought I'd see awards in a glass case I could've ended up in your crib with a masked face It could've went left on a couple bad days When I visit my last place is the only time I'm in last place See me these days, I never got on a sad face See me these days, I Lost you to the game, and I see why It was always you and I without the T-Y This is not one of them stories that got three sides This is not one of them stories you could rewind Like I'm tryna show the waves, this is no cap You drove a nigga crazy, but I drove back You wrote me off and then you never wrote back I'm not tryna make no song, these are cold facts Yes, sir (Baby) Hold on, hold on (Let me tell you something about me) (I really do know, I know who I wanna be) Woo Lord, I already passed on all that (woo) You go 'head on, haha
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Michael F. Hernandez, Rupert Thomas Jr., Ozan Yildirim, Elias Sticken Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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