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Текст песни Drake - Think Good Thoughts

13 января 2014 г. Просмотров: 1064 RSS
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Yeah, 9th Wonder! Don't judge me man

They tend to say that us rappers are materialistic

They say we lack substance

Me, 'Te and El' bout to prove 'em wrong though

[Chorus: Drake]

Uh, we know what you're thinking love

You think we out smoking and drinking love

Pushing big whips, chains clinking love

But y'all don't really know me like you think you know me

We know how you speculate

Thinking we gon' hit your friend if you object to date

Claim we're early and be showing up extra late love

But y'all don't really know me like you think you know me


Uh, El' be saying that I'm humble, I'm hella nice

For that I've been approached to sign to Roc-A-Fella twice

Haters tell you all the rumors they heard

And we laugh soon as you come and tell me like I'm Ellen Brice

My groove theory is that when you too cheery

They try to bring you down to the level they at

Well when they are all unhappy, then it gets a little sticky

That's why I am Little Nicky to these devils in rap

But, uh, they ain't thinking Drake get smart girl

Nah, they probably think I'll break your heart girl

Haha, I can't lie, you probably right about it

And if you give me the ass quick, I'll probably write about it

But I hate it when they judge me on how I sound

I mean I spit that influential shit from my town

I don't know why you sitting on the couch

When you see I got a bed, bring your ass here and lie down

You think taking your purse off

Will lead to me, you taking shirts off and then your skirt off

At least I got status because I could've been a local emcee

And you probably would've been worse off

So I'm a take this hat off, and I'm a hit it till I backs off

And then I'm back sorrowful

Cause you thinking you can predict what happen

You the reason I'm thinking I'm getting sick of rapping



You probably think I walk around with my gun tucked and

Swang dick to these hoes like nunchucks

Well, you can think what you want but

I think you've been watching too much BET: Uncut

You need to get real and check out my real life

I ain't a tip-trail, don't care what it smell like

But if you feel like putting all your notions aside

And talking to a real nigga, I'd gladly oblige

First name Phonte, I'd be pleased to date ya

College educated, got degrees in papers

But I'm from the South where if you ain't snapping

Or rapping bout trapping youse a freak of nature

Such an anomaly, speak so well

And talk so collegy, such an astonishing

Contrast to all the bullshit you've been following

On behalf of them, I offer my apologies

Maybe with me you'll unlearn

Putting all niggas in a box of concerns

Me, cause I ain't dumb, shit I'm well reared/red like sunburn

And after me you'll never leave no stone unturned, uh, c'mon



They say you never judge a book by it's cover

Though you appear as materialistic, just like the others

So I followed your words to take 'em in

And I don't see what you saying so they coming off paper thin

That's when I felt that I would need to

Do more than just look you up and down to see if I could read you

And try to get inside your head only

Not just stick my fingers in your middle to get you to spread for me

So what I learned on my path to discover?

Your story took one ugly turn after another

I saw we wasn't on the same page

I would've gave you strong play but your words rubbed me the wrong way

So now I'm closing the case

You only out for the paperback that's written all over your face

No El' will never judge a book by it's cover

Until he seen what was in between and looked at what lies are under


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