Drake - Connect

Connect

Drake

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[Intro:]
There's three balls and a strike. Here's the pitch. It's belted deep to center, Revere goes back, jumps at the wall, and it's gone!

[Verse 1:]
Isn't it amazing how you talk all this shit, and we still lack communication,
How beautiful our kids would be, girl, I don't need convincin'.
How every conversation starts with ‘this time will be different',
Oh, the idea is fun, oh, the idea is fun,
Oh, the idea is so fun every time,
At least we try for home run every time.

[Chorus:]
Swangin, eyes closed just swangin.
Same city, same friends if you're lookin' for me,
Same city, same friends if you're lookin',
I'll be here just swangin,
Don't talk to me like I'm famous,
And don't assume ‘cause I don't respect assumptions, babe,
I'm just tryna connect with something, babe,
Yeah, swangin.

[Verse 2:]
She just wanna run around the city and make memories
That she can barely remember,
And I'd allow her talk about pussy power.
She just wanna run over my feelings,
Like she drinkin' and drivin' in an 18 wheeler,
And I'd allow her talk about pussy power.
She used to say, ‘You can be whoever you want, even yourself'.
Yeah, I show up knowin' exactly who I was and never leave as myself,
But when it falls apart, I'm always still down
To pick a million tiny little pieces off the ground.
Wish you would learn to love people and use things,
And not the other way around.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I remember when my schedule was as flexible as she is,
She call and tell me be here before the sun up,
I be dressed before we hung up.
I take Eglinton to 401 east,
And exit at Markham road in the east end
Where all the pretty girls are sleepin',
My license been expired I renew it after the weekend.
Fuck! I know I said that shit the last seven weekends,
Girl, I guess procrastination is my weakness.
I hate stoppin' for gas this late
‘Cause there's niggas creepin' and not like how we're creepin',
Summer is comin', know you could feel it,
Twenty on pump, whatever, I ain't got enough to fill it.
Won't knock on your door,
My uncle say, ‘You drive my whip like it's yours.'
I got the pedal to the floor,
I'm on my mothafuckin' way swangin'.

[Outro:]
Don't fall asleep on me, hang in there,
I'll be there just swangin,
I'll be there just swangin,
I treat you good, girl, like you're famous.
I know I'm late, it's always the same shit,
But don't fall asleep on me, hang in there,
I'm on the road right now swangin, girl.

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