Drake - 8AM in Charlotte Lyrics (2024)

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Alright, Adonis, tell me about your beautiful piece of artwork that you sold meSo, umm, it's the same storySo, the goat was running away from the other mon-From the other monsters, and, and the other animalsAnd, um, a flower blocking the wayUm, so, the flower's on fireThe racing car was maybe helping the goatAnd there was this, um, some stairs, who's like a jail stairsAnd there was, and there was, umOne person who was like, on top and he got killed by the stai-by the trapOkay, so it's almost like a little story?YesAnd what is SBW?So, i-it's not a word, but I just wanted to write SBWOkay, you like those letters?SiAnd what, and-and Daddy's name is next to the goat, does that mean that he's the G.O.A.T.?Yes, so it's Daddy GoatDaddy Goat?YeahThat makes perfect sense to meAnd do you wanna, do you wanna talk about how muchHow much money you got for your beautiful drawing?Oh, please (Conductor)YeahI'm out here on the roadYou can hear it in the voiceStill get this sh*t off, thoughLookThe money speakin' for itself, I call it fortune-tellFire top from a bitch that work in corporate salesChinchilla ushanka, we skiin' out in CourchevelBreakin' news, they tried to kill him, but the boy prevailsI leave for tour and my nigg*s f*ckin' go to jailPreachin' to the dogs 'bout wantin' more for themselvesIt's weighin' heavy on my moral scaleKnowin' they gon' sell another citizen 'cane, they think they Orson WellesWalk in Chanel, they like, "How the f*ck you need more Chanel?"I got these cats tuckin' tails on fourth-quarter salesI'm used to seein' tears drop over enormous mealsThe restaurant clears out faint echoes of Lauryn HillI say, "We gotta talk about us," I feel like Jordan PeeleCould tell I'm gettin' under your skin like a orange peel'Cause your words don't match your actions like a foreign filmAnd now it's silence in the Lamb' like the horror filmThings get quiet after me statin' the obviousThings get kinky after fifteen years of dominanceThat October sky is lookin' ominousThe money is autonomousShout to Oliver North, he out in Rome doin' Toronto sh*tAnd Jeremiah the watchdog, you nigg*s know what time it isI'm in and out of Houston Hobby so much, I'm a hobbyistHoes waitin' on Cench in the lobby, that boy a lobbyistSavage got a green card straight out of the consulateWhere I go, you go, brother, we YugoslavianFormal is the dress code, dawg, so many checks owedI feel Czechoslovakian, nigg*, what the f*ck?Nah, I'm movin' different right now, for real, likeI feel like if Mike switched out the glove for the pen, likeThis sh*t just too enticing right now, you know?LookDiamonds do the silly dance, I raise up the wine glassMetal detectors beepin', and security bypassThe numbers goin' up, someone pull up the line graphThe days are goin' by, it's like I'm livin' in time lapseBeen talkin' to Adel like he majored in financeShania Twain, notepad, I'm makin' it line-danceYou tryna rob me and it's gon' feel like you sittin' at your favorite restaurant'Cause, nigg*, that's where you dyin' atMob ties, I swear we like a bitch with fine sisters and fine cousins, the family all badI'm preachin' to the dawgs about cleanin' they imagesI swear I'm like a young T.D. Jakes to my menacesLong-kiss goodnight, PDA for my nemesisThree hunnid acres, PGA on the premisesThat's what's really brackin' like this verse in parenthesisI'm givin' hits to nigg*s on some, don't even mention itLike, don't even worry about it, likeYou can get me back whenever, orOr don't, you know?It is what it is, I guessYeah, hmLookYou young boys take some of that money and set it asideNot having enough to pay your tax is a federal crimeYou nigg*s obsessed with me and it's not on no hetero vibeHandle beef so quiet, you think that I'm lettin' it slideNext thing you know, we tip-toeing past enemy linesDiss me so long ago, we makin' your memories flyConspiracy theories start floatin' around like the Kennedy guyI'll prolly hold a grudge against you guys 'til I'm seventy-fiveAyy, nigg*s lyin' for a living, I couldn't relateWe all gotta lay in the bed we make, but that couldn't be DrakeYou forced a lot of fake love when real ones stood in your faceThat's why you got deserted by your nigg*s, like pudding and cakeI got you on camera bowing down, but the footage is safeThank God, another USB to put in the safeThank God, at the crib, dippin' my foot in the lakeI swear that y'all turning me into the villain, I couldn't escapeNot sayin that I'm the best at what I doI'm just saying that it's me versus whoever wanna losePick anyone of the "who's who's", I got two 2's for new crewsR.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we loose screwsHelicopters, cop lights, and news crewsnigg*s steady cryin' to my daddy, well, boo-hooYou probably heard a lot about the boy, well, true-true, hahaYeah(Be grateful, that he was there)

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