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Credits

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

Lyrics

Yeah Yeah Man 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 smoking heavy And I sit next to you, and I lecture you because those are deadly And then you ash it, and we argue about spending money on bullshit And you tell me I'm just like my father, my one button, you push it Now it's, "Fuck you, I hate you, I'll move out in a heartbeat" Then I leave out and you call me, tell me that you sorry You love me, and I love you, and your heart hurts, mine does too And 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 all hurt so bad But maybe I wouldn't have worked as 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 thinking of signing me, I come home We make a mixtape with 17 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 Is this shit real? Should I pinch you? After all the things that we 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 gon' be something When you're stressed out and 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 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 living in Memphis now, he can't come this way Over some minor charges and child support that just wasn't paid, damn Boohoo, sad story, Black American dad story Know that I'm your sister's kid, but it still don't explain the love that you have for me I remember sneaking in your pool after school dances Damn, your house feel 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 knew 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, 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 You tossed the keys and loaned me your car, yeah Just a young kid in a drop-top Lexus hopin' 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 bounceed, but we bounced back I put all the money in your accounts back And I thank you, I don't know where I'd really be without that It worked out, man, you deserve it Is this shit real? Should I pinch you? After all the things that we 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 gon' be something When you're stressed out and 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 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 in keeping me in this In this comfortable place All I can say, Aubrey, is I remember the good times we 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
Writer(s): Noah James Shebib, Jesse Iv Woodard, Benjamin J. Bush, Jawann D. Peacock, Stephen Ellis Garrett, Aubrey Drake Graham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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