[Chorus: Sampha] Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much, There's no need for us to rush it through. Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much, This is more than just a new lust for you.
[Verse 1: Drake] Done sayin', I'm done playin', Last time was on the outro. Stuck in the house, need to get out more, I've been stackin' up like I'm fundraisin'. Most people in my position get complacent, Wanna come places with star girls, end up on them front pages, I'm quiet with it, I just ride with it, Moment I stop havin' fun with it, I'll be done with it. I'm the only one that's puttin' shots up, And like a potluck, you need to come with it, Don't run from it, like H-Town in the summertime, I keep it 100. Met a lot of girls in my times there, word to Paul Wall, not one fronted, I was birthed there in my first year, man, I know that place like I come from it. Backstage at Warehouse in ‘09 like, \"Is Bun comin'? Fuck that, is anyone comin' ‘fore I show up there, and there's no one there?” These days, I could probably pack it for like twenty nights if I go in there. Back rub from my main thing, I've been stressed out, Talkin' to her like back then they didn't want me, I'm blessed now, Talkin' to her like disc drop, bet a million copies get pressed out. She tell me, \"Take a deep breath, you're too worried about being the best out”.
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[Verse 2: Drake] Someone go tell Noel to get the Backwoods. Money got my whole family goin' backwards, No dinners, no holidays, no nothing, There's issues at hand that we're not discussin', I did not sign up for this. My uncle used to have all these things on his bucket list, And now he's actin' like, \"Oh, well, this is life, I guess”. Nah, fuck that shit! Listen, man, you can still do what you wanna do, you gotta trust that shit. Heard once that in dire times when you need a sign, that's when they appear, Guess, since my text message didn't resonate, I'll just say it here, Hate the fact my mom cooped up in her apartment, tellin' herself, That she's too sick to get dressed up and go do shit, like that's true shit. All my family from the M-Town that I've been ‘round, started treatin' me like I'm \"him” now, Like we don't know each other, we ain't grow together, we just friends now. Shit got me feelin' pinned down, pick the pen up or put the pen down, Writin' to you from a distance like a pen pal, but we've been down.
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[Outro: Sampha] Don't give up, on your hopes, And you tell me something's gone wrong. Wholehearted, wholehearted, you care, you care, ‘Cause I'm such a dreamer, a believer in a sense, Well, if it's all a dream, Then I'm on fire, feels like, I'm on fire, Tell me when I'm lying, tell me when I'm trying.