Alright, man
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This what we gon' do
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If you got love, H-town, put your deuces up, put your H's up one time to my brother, DJ Screw
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Ayy
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Put your H's up now
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Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
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Can I get a woah, woah, oh, woah, woah? Yeah
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Friday night, I'm out with the guys
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You already called me five times
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Drinks are flowing, catching my vibe
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Blue bubbles are blowing up my line
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You got friends too, no one told you stay inside, go live your life
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Your life
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Textin' me, "Don't bother comin' home," as if the crib ain't mine
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What's on your mind? (Your mind), your mind
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Wait on you to sober up the next day 'cause that's when you realize, talkin' on some, oh, damn, I am trippin'
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Vaping while you're typin' on a mission
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Maya Angelou, 07, shots of 42
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Your words are cuttin' deep, your words are hittin' different
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All you gotta do is (All you gotta do)
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All you gotta do is (All you gotta do)
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Hop on 85, drive right past A&M (Past A&M)
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It's rainin' in Houston, we're not arguing again
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All this time you've been around me
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You don't spend a penny 'round me
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Friends are extra friendly 'round me
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If you love me, can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah, woah? (Woah) Yeah
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Can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah? Yeah
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Ayy, hop on 85, way past A&M
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Straight into Houston, we're not arguing again
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Hop on 85, way past A&M
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Girl, you know the way and we're not arguing again
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It's raining in Houston, my love
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The streets are empty, mood is already fucked up
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So why make it worse if you could pull up?
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I know you like it toxic, you're used to it, love
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Rather spend my energy boosting you up
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Gassing you up, these American guys
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Are something different, they just talk looser than us
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You say I talk proper, it suits me, my love
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All these tables, booths, you want hookah, my love
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I'm pulling strings, shit could get acoustic, my love
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Corner booth and pineapple juice in your cup
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Blicky on us these days, it's a glue stick, my love
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I know you always say it's just music, my love
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But these guys would die to see me losing, my love
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The hate from this year alone is confusing, my love
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I can't see things getting much smoother, my love
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RAINING IN HOUSTON
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| Drake |
