Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Drake
Lead Vocals
Chase N Cashe
Chase N Cashe
All Instruments
Jawan Peacock
Jawan Peacock
Piano
Playa
Playa
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Benjamin Bush
Benjamin Bush
Songwriter
Jawann Peacock
Jawann Peacock
Songwriter
Jesse Woodard IV
Jesse Woodard IV
Songwriter
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Songwriter
Stephen Garrett
Stephen Garrett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chase N. Cashe
Chase N. Cashe
Producer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Recording Engineer
Noel Campbell
Noel Campbell
Mixing Engineer

Testi

[Intro]
Man
[Verse 1]
It's like '09 in your basement, and I'm in love with Nebby
And I still love her, but it fell through because I wasn't ready
And your back hurt, and your neck hurt, and you smokin' heavy
And I sit next to you, and I lecture you because those are deadly
And then you ash it, and we argue about spendin' money on bullshit
And you tell me I'm just like my father, my one button, you push it
And now it's, "Fuck you, I hate you, I'll move out in a heartbeat"
And I leave out, and you call me, and you tell me that you sorry
You love me, and I love you, when your heart hurts, mine does too
When it's just words, and they cut deep, but it's our world, it's just us two
I see painkillers on the kitchen counter, I hate to see it, I hurt so bad
But maybe I wouldn't have worked this hard if you were healthy, and it weren't so bad
Uh, maybe I should walk up the street and try and get a job at the bank
'Cause leave it up to me, J, and Neeks, we'll probably end up robbing a bank
Then Wayne calls up my phone, conversation wasn't that long
Gets me a flight to Houston in the morning, oh, it's my time, yeah, it's on
He's thinkin' of signin' me, I come home, we make a mixtape of seventeen songs
And almost get a Grammy off of that thing, they love your son, man, that boy gone
You get the operation you dreamed of, and I finally send you to Rome
And get to make good on my promise, it all worked out, girl, we shoulda known 'cause you deserve it
[Chorus]
Is this shit real, should I pinch you?
After all the things that we've been through, I got you
Yeah, look what you've done
Look what you've done
Look what you've done for me now, yeah
You knew that I was gonna be somethin'
When you stressed out or you need somethin', I got you
Yeah, look what you've done
Look what you've done
Look what you, look what you
[Verse 2]
It's like '06 in your backyard, I'm in love with Jade
And I'm still in love 'cause when it's that real is when it doesn't fade
And my father livin' in Memphis now, he can't come this way
Over some minor charges and child support that just wasn't paid
Man, boo-hoo, sad story, Black American dad story
Know that I'm your sister's kid, but it still don't explain the love that you had for me
I remember sneaking in your pool after school dances
Damn, your house felt like the Hamptons for all of my summer romances
I never really had no one like you, man, this all new shit
Made the world I know bigger, changed the way that I viewed it
Had all this fighting going on at the crib, you would calm me down when I lose it
Told you I think I'm done acting, now I'm more in touch with the music
You said, either way I'd be a star, I could go so far
Talked to me, then you got to me, then you tossed the keys and loan me your car
Yeah, just a young kid in a drop-top Lexus, hoping that I don't get arrested
Just another kid that's going through life so worried that I won't be accepted
But I could do anything, you said that and you meant that
You took me places, you spent that, they said, "No," we went back
Checks bounced, but we bounced back, I put all the money in your accounts back
And I thank you, I don't know where I would really be without that, it worked out, man, you deserve it
[Chorus]
Is this shit real, should I pinch you?
After all the things that we've been through, I got you
Yeah, look what you've done
Look what you've done
Look what you've done for me now, yeah
You knew that I was gonna be something
When you stressed out or you need somethin', I got you
Yeah, look what you've done
Look what you've done
Look what you've, look what you've
[Outro]
Hi, Aubrey
I'm here sitting with my son
Having a little talk
And he knew, knows how to get in touch with you now
To let you know how grateful I am for your help
And keeping me in this, in this comfortable place
All I can say, Aubrey, is I remember the good times
We've had together
And the times I used to look after you
And I still have wonderful feeling about that
So, God bless you, and I hope I'll see you
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Benjamin Bush, J. Woodward, Jawann Peacock, Jesse Iv Woodard, Noah "40" Shebib, Stephen Ellis Garrett
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