Drake — Separate LivesVer

Lyrics from Snippet 1 [Verse 1] Yeah, yeah, uh I'm feelin' you, guaranteed that you into me I got the phantom, the aston, the bent-e-ley But let me tell you where a nigga at mentally Two things I don't give a bitch: pay checks and sympathy Ha! But I guess it's just the pimp in me All around paid, can't even get a sentence free So judge a nigga sweetheart, sentence me I ain't worried it's gon' happen if it's meant to be And if you ever feel the need to step inside Be a woman about it and know we living separate lives Trying to tell you, less feelings mean less goodbyes That's some game for your ass, better recognize But some cats can't even relate I ain't a mind reader though, so if you tryna escape Then let me know that, show that My place, roll back, lay down, so flat Tell Me! Lyrics from Snippet 2 [Verse 2] ... Talkin' and a lil chit-chat You rollin' with me, then we fucking when we get back That's a [?], tell me if you with that Don't decline, just recline, sit back [?] straight ...