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call it love

(Oh Pete Drake)

Bo came by to see us he's a friend of days gone by
Danny played some guitar licks that made me want to cry
Ol'
sound
By working out of doors

True friendship and adventure are what we can't live without

And when you're a professional pirate
Bad Polly: That's
don't want to be the wife of a king 
Would you go away with me 
But three days ago they were caught 
By the men of Lord Tyrant 
He killed his daughter
Rose' (Hey... ay ay)
Pop Rose' (Hey... ay ay)
Pop Rose' (Hey... ay ay)
Pop Rose'

[Verse 1: Drake]
Uh... They say you get paid when you think ahead
Did everything that I had to do to make it by
Did everything on my own and now that boy so fly
They can't see what I'm doing they tryna ask me why
a while ago
We hired some more and then we started runnin'
AII down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Well Francis Drake said if you really want
feel like I play for the Saints
I just want to hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's, Wayne's and the Drake's
I'm
always want what we never get
Well listen hear, my friend
I can't continue to pretend 
That it's alright

They've said it all haven't they?
But what
I am Joseph, Darryl, Jason, Dr. Dre, O'Shea
And a host of those who passed away
Today I'm Drake, I'm Wayne, 2 Chainz
You say you want to rap, to this
with all this gold on
And every time I run into these n****s they want no problems
Bottom sixes and chains, and some bracelets and rings
All
with all this gold on
And every time I run into these niggas they want no problems
Bottom sixes and chains, and some bracelets and rings
All
ain't banging I ain't waving no flag
I'm ATF but they ain't seein no badge
Its heartbreak Drake I hate to see 'em so sad
I could son you, see a little
up with mask tape 
 mad papes, I could tell by the way she was draped 
 her sex mate's caked up like drake's 
 he's got the crib by the lake
of my styles you can get with 'em
Still um, will um, your crew come get some so I can kill 'em

Well I roll by myself but don't let it fool ya
If I
reindeer better have some ass, you bitch
Everything I'm working, gotta be the
Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate

Me don't want problems, me don't
Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
All my life, man, fuck's sake
If I did I did a menage with 'em
And let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake
y'all on Drake's sh-t, told y'all to fixate
Bitches want my old sh-t, buy my old mixtape
I ain't fuckin' with you bum bitches no more
Always in the club
feel like I play for the Saints
I just want to hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's, Wayne's and the Drake's
I'm
rap about drugs like Young Jeezy
Believe me, all these white kids in my city want to be me
That's some cool shit, They like "dudes sick"
Nigga hell
talented and black
When you hollerin' at labels
And they silencing you back
'Cause you fail to thoroughly discuss some violence in ya track
Well
Gunshot
to the finish just to see 'em all finish

On my worst behavior, no?
They used to never want to hear us

Remember? Motherfucker never loved us, remember?
me where
They try me bruh, they get tore up just like Drake did his ACL
Respected foreign and domestic in the A as well
Feel like 'Pac did when he
a virtue, life is a handful
Friends, they'll hurt you, learned that from my grandfolks
Me under a lamp post while I got my hands closed
Haze to my brains
buzz at the door (word)
My country boys they want some more (birds)
Early in the mornin'
Later in the evenin'
I'm all about that money man even when
a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this