Drake, Jhené Aiko - From Time

[Intro: Jhené Aiko]
What's up?
Been a minute since we kicked it, you've been caught up
With them bitches, I don't get it. You're a star love
You shouldn't have to deal with that,
I'd never make you feel like that
‘Cause...

[Chorus: Jhené Aiko]
I love me, I love me enough for the both of us.
That's why you trust me, I know you been through more than most of us.
So what are you? What are you, what are you so afraid of?
Darling, you, you give but you cannot take love.

[Verse 1:]
I needed to hear that shit, I hate when you're submissive,
Passive aggressive when we're textin', I feel the distance.
I look around the peers that surround me, these niggas trippin',
I like when money makes a difference but don't make you different.
Started realizin' a couple places I could take it,
I want to get back to when I was that kid in the basement.
I want to take it deeper than money, pussy, vacation,
And influence a generation that's lackin' in patience.
I've been dealin' with my dad, speakin' of lack of patience,
Just me and my old man gettin' back to basics,
We've been talkin' ‘bout the future and time that we wasted,
When he put that bottle down, girl, that nigga's amazing.
Well, fuck it, we had a couple Coronas,
We might have rolled a white paper, just something to hold us.
We even talked about you and our couple of moments,
He said we should hash it out like a couple of grown-ups.
You a flower child, beautiful child, I'm in your zone,
Lookin' like you came from the 70's on your own,
My mother is 66 and her favorite line to hit me with is
Who the fuck wants to be 70 and alone?
You don't even know what you want from love anymore,
I search for something I'm missin' and disappear when I'm bored,
But, girl, what qualities was I lookin' for before?
Who you settlin' for? Who better for you than the boy, huh?

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Thinkin' ‘bout Texas, back when Porscha used to work at Treasures,
Or further back than that, before I had the Houston leverage,
When I got Summer a Michael Kors with my momma's debit,
A weak attempt at flexin', I'll never forget it.
‘Cause that night I played her three songs,
Then we got to talkin' ‘bout somethin' we disagreed on,
Then she start tellin' me how I'll never be as big as Trey Songz,
Boy, was she wrong, that was just negative energy for me to feed off.
Now it's therapeutic blowin' money in the Galleria,
Or Beverly Center Macy's where I discovered Bria.
Landmarks of the muses that inspired the music,
When I could tell it was sincere without tryin' to prove it.
The one that I needed was Courtney from Hooters on Peachtree,
I've always been feelin' like she was the piece to complete me,
Now she engaged to be married, what's the rush on commitment?
Know we were goin' through some shit, name a couple that isn't,
Remember our talk in the parkin' lot at the Ritz?
Girl, I felt like we had it all planned out, I guess I fucked up the vision
Learnin' the true consequences of my selfish decisions
When you find out how I'm livin' I just hope I'm forgiven,
It seem like you don't want this love anymore,
I'm actin' out in the open, it's hard for you to ignore.
But, girl, what qualities was I lookin' for before?
Who you settlin' for? Who better for you than the boy, huh?

[Chorus]

[Outro: Baka]
Been Baka a.k.a. Not Nice from time, G. Been a East Side ting. Scarborough ting from time, G, been have up di ting dem from time, G. So I don't know what's wrong with these little wasteman out here, eh? Y'all need to know yourself.