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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Drake
Vocals
Coldplay
Coldplay
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Guy Berryman
Guy Berryman
Songwriter
Jonathan Buckland
Jonathan Buckland
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Chris Martin
Chris Martin
Songwriter
Dwayne Vincent
Dwayne Vincent
Songwriter
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Songwriter
Will Champion
Will Champion
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Megaman
Megaman
Producer
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Mixing Engineer

Letras

Uh Black hearts on my cardigan At the crib telling ya girl that we should order in & Tell G to put his feet up on the ottoman We just up against a bunch of rappers I go harder than Damn I'm so catch-trina smarter than a lot of these niggas Swear the coach just brought the starter in Yeah and I'm the type to tell ya daughter things I float high, don't try and cut my water winnnnggggs I'm still myself, suicide bars I kill myself Charge it to the game, I'll bill myself and I don't feel ya'll but I feel myselllf & To those tell em' I deserve a mazeltov I'm rappin like a shepherd with the muzzle off I'm next to blow—pause And I can't hear the critics talking over the applause Yeah I tried to tell em', Future let em' know Send the haters all my love—X and O I got a black box where suggestions go But I don't really give a fuck It's prolly best you know My reality is brighter than ya dreams are I got ya dream girl riding in ya dream car Yeah and the visual is stunning I hope they document what I'm becoming Congratulations Lyrics continue below FEATURED VIDEO Last.fm's Top Pop Tracks So what you want an award or suttin? I'm at the private airport boarding suttin' I see nothin' from afar but I'm far from nothin' Put on your poker face I'll pull ya card if ya bluffinnnnn' But I ain't with the hard talk I got a monopoly, catch me on my boardwalk Like I said we pull ya card and find out you're a Hallmark Just know I'm breakin world records—no false start I don't see your point unless it's gunpoint or suttin' My deal like Weezy first week—1 point suttin' And my verses getting stupider Wayne if you're on Mars—can you pick me up from Jupiterrrr? Phone blowin' up, so I'm cuttin off my cellular I'm a superstar, noted on to my nebula I will break a leg, break an arm and a fibula When I break it down When I When I break it dow-ownnnn I hug and kiss the drum kick I put the beat in my back pocket and just sit But you could never be my ass—pause Again, damnit ya'll? Again? Ya'll, pretend that we are some men that get it on and in I'll die before I lose, cause I was born to win If he don't fuck with ya'll, then don't bother him And yes, I fuck this game but I won't father them Right... Uh It's like These days man, I'm booked and I'm busy Dad named me Drake, Footz named me Drizzy They tried to tell me I'd never be nothing but a protégé But if you watched the VMA's there's nothing more to sayyy I got the key to happiness and all the copies Remember this day like ya bought a poppy And damn how I get so nice? I just spent it all once bout to get rich twice Surprise party bitch now it's on and poppin' I always choose dough like it's my only option Cause money always knows best Chain snatch flow they say get it off your chestttt And I'm what all the fuss about and if they talking I bet I'm what they discussion bout Hit me at the office—same extension Consider me the reason ya'll should pay attention It's crack A yo Drizzy—you shoulda said that on the hook You shoulda been like: "congratulations" It's crack Yeah It's crack (ha ha) Congratulations Ladies and gentlemannn
Writer(s): Jonathan Mark Buckland, Christopher Anthony John Martin, William Champion, Guy Rupert Berryman, Aubrey Drake Graham, Noah James Shebib, Orville Jermaine Mcwhinney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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