Champagne Poetry lyrics - drake

 (I love you, I love you, I love you)

(Until I, until I)

(I love you, I love you, I love you)

(Until I find the)

(They the only words I know)

(That you)


I been hot since the birth of my son

I remain unfazed, trust, worse has been done

Man, fuck a valuation, show me personal funds

It's the pretty boys versus the petty boys

Sold that already, got a whole new set of toys

Shit is so surreal, Drizzy Drake, you better enjoy

Nothing else bigger than the OVO letterman boys

Cashmere knits for the nighttime boat rides

Ollie got the first edition parked up roadside

The only sign of strugglin' is coming from those guys

I'm trying to just relate what I can see through my own eyes

And nothin' tell the truth like the eyes will

Lived so much for others don't remember how I feel

Friends that hide places and friends that I hide still

Still managed to moonwalk straight through a minefield

And then I'll come back to tell you how that feels

Built this house for us all, pain in my back still

You niggas gassed up, you couldn't pay the


(I love you, I love you, I love you)

(Until I, until I)

(I love you, I love you, I love you)

(Until I find the)

(They the only words I know)

(That you)


Champagne poetry, these are the effortless flows

Supposedly something else is controlling me

Under her picture lives some of the greatest quotes from me

Under me I see all the people that claim they over me

And above me I see nobody

I'd have to be dead for them to say that you took it from me

The twenty percent of you that we own is my tootsie's money

Nigga, I'm wilding with your bread, you owe it to me

CJ grab racks out the bag and throw it to me

They don't want a problem with the boy, but it's goin' to be

Trust in my brothers is as strong as I know it should be

Future sign the contracts, he don't even show it to me

I don't have to second-guess nothing with no one I love

'Bout to build a second guest house 'cause we growing too much

Thing I got to scale the love back 'cause


I need you, I need you, I need you

I need to make you see

What you mean to me

Until I do, I'm hoping you will know what I mean


(I need to make you see) Yeah

(What you mean to me) Oh

(I love you, I love you, I love you) Heavy day

For real

(Oh, I cried and I cried)

Yeah

(Until I found the Lord)

(I need to make you see) Yeah


The city's on fire and people are in denial

Charges being laid, but we'll see what they do with trial

I'm calling this shit from now

Sweetheart deals that the judges been handing down

I haven't been able to see family for a while

That shit is wearin' me out

I used to hide my pain in Delilah behind the bar 'til my niggas carried me out

And if money's all I need in my grave, then bury me now

I know I tend to talk about how I got a fortune on me

But with that comes the politics the city been forcing on me

Man, I can't even RIP and show my remorse to the homie

Know I carry the guilt of the city's misfortunes on me

I even got the cleanin' staff plotting extortion on me

My parents divorce is on me

My therapist's voice is making the choices for me

And I always censor myself 'cause no matter what, they reporting on me

The pressure is weighin' on me

Career is going great, but now the rest of me is fading slowly

My soulmate is somewhere out in the world just waiting on me

My chef got the recipe for disaster baking slowly

My heart feel vacant and lonely, but still

I'm makin' the most of this shit and more

Every single move is like rolling dice on the board

Seen too many brothers get twenty-five from the boys

I'd rather see all of 'em get twenty-five from the Lord

And if the last negotiation made you pay me twenty-five

Well this is the perfect time to give me twenty-five more

I'm bigger now than before

Co-parent of the year, we figured out a rapport

No fair what Drizzy made on the second leg of the tour

How could anybody tell you the truth when they misinformed?

How the niggas turnin' up with you turned you in for rewards?

How the **** do we manage to win everything but awards?

Windows of opportunity let me go through the doors

This the part where I don't ever say "Pardon me" anymore

This the part where I'ma find a new part of me to explore

This the part where all my partners know what we in it for

This the part where we gon' throw us a party after the war

And if the last negotiation had you feeling out of pocket

Well this is the perfect time that I empty them shits for sure

You owe that shit to the boy, yeah

(I need to make you see)


(I love you, I love you, I love you)

(What you mean to me)

(I need to make you see)

(What you mean to me)

(What you mean to me)

(What you mean to me)

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