Sunday, April 8, 2012

so I surrender to every word you whisper

I heard you good with them soft lips.
Yeah you know, word of mouth.
The square root of 69 is 8 some, right?
'Cause I've been tryna work it out, oh.
Good weed, white wine.
I come alive in the night time.
Okay, away we go.
Only thing we have on is the radio, oh.
Let it play.
Say you gotta leave but I know you wanna stay.
You just waitin on the traffic jam to finish, girl.
The things that we can do in 20 minutes girl.
Say my name, say my name, wear it out.
It's getting hot, crack a window, air it out.
I can get you through a mighty long day.
Soon as you go, the text that I write is gon' say.
-Drake, What's My Name?

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