Drake – Connect Lyrics

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"Connect." - Drake

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 07:26 pm

Album: Nothing Was The Same (Deluxe)

Track No: 09

Yeah, isn't it amazing
How you talk all this shit and we still lack communication
How beautiful our kids would be, girl, I don't need convincing
How every conversation starts with, "This time will be different," oh
Oh, the idea's fun
Oh, the idea's fun
Oh, the idea is so fun every time
At least we try for home run every time
Swanging
Eyes closed, just swanging
Same city, same friends, if you're looking for me
Same city, same friends, if you're looking
I'll be here, just swanging
Don't talk to me like I'm famous
And don't assume 'cause I don't respect assumptions, babe
I'm just tryna connect with something, babe
Yeah, swanging, ay
She just wanna run around the city and make memories
That she can barely remember
And I'd allow her
Talk about pussy power
Yeah
She just wanna run over my feelings
Like she drinking and driving in an eighteen wheeler
And I'd allow her
Talk about pussy power
She used to say, "You can be whoever you want"
Even yourself
Yeah, I'd show up knowing exactly who I was and never leave as myself
But when it falls apart, I'm always still down
To pick a million tiny little pieces off the ground
Wish you would learn to love people and use things
And not the other way around
Swanging
Eyes closed, just swanging
Same city, same friends, if you're looking for me
Same city, same friends, if you're looking
I'll be here, just swanging, ay
Don't talk to me like I'm famous, ay
Don't assume 'cause I don't respect assumptions, babe
I'm just tryna connect with something, baby
I'll be here, just swanging, ay, ay
I remember when my schedule was as flexible as she is
She call and tell me be here 'fore the sun up
I'd be dressed before we hung up
I take Eglinton to 401 East and
Exit at Markham Road in the East End
Where all the pretty girls are sleeping
My license been expired, I'll renew it after the weekend
Fuck, I know I said that shit the last seven weekends
Girl, I guess procrastination is my weakness
I hate stopping for gas this late 'cause there's **** creeping
And not like how we're creeping
Summer is coming, know you could feel it
Twenty on pump whatever, I ain't got enough to fill it
Won't knock on your door
My uncle say you drive my whip like it's yours
I got the pedal to the floor
I'm on my motherfucking way
Swanging
Don't fall asleep on me, hang in there
I'll be there, just swanging
I'll be there, just swanging
I treat you good, girl, like you're famous
I know I'm late, it's always the same shit
But don't fall asleep on me, hang in there
Yeah, yeah
I'm on the road right now, swanging, girl, yeah

Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Anthony Palman, Noah "40" Shebib, R. Brichard & K. Samir.

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