Drake – Drew A Picasso Lyrics

Drew A Picasso

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"Drew A Picasso." - Drake

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 07:22 pm

Album: For All The Dogs Scary Hours Edition

Track No: 13

Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love
You cannot find no one better than this
Tryna do right by you, but we can't mix, I try
Takin' three months off, then fuckin' again
After you said we not fuckin' again
Never say never, just say what it is
Act like you need some insurance on it
We didn't get here on accident
Don't make me bring out them racks again
Your two best friends are some savages
Damn, how many days has it been?
Something is different, not genuine
Movin' like Snoopy and Charlie Brown
Feel like you tryna dog the kid
You're mine
Too many reasons why
I can't picture you with him
That's just so embarrassin'
I want to die, to die
I swear that I wanted you back then
Waitin' on you like a backend
You bad as fuck, ain't no cappin'
Statements you claimed never happened
This can't be the shit that you doin' to me
All of them nights you was slidin' around
Told me what **** was doin' to you
That's the same shit that you doin' to me
You in the city, you laid up with him
While I'm on the road with no one to see
There's no way
'Cause you cannot find no one better than this
Tryna do right by you, but we can't mix, I try
Fuckin' and argue and fuckin' again
After you said we not fuckin' again
Probably could've made it work again if I
Was man enough to tell you you was wrong
Man enough to not put it in a song
For the world to sing along
Man enough, I could've told you on my own
Man enough to admit that
Paragraph I sent last night, yeah, I probably should've never sent that
And when you layin' on your stomach, only time I ever wanna get my lick back
How the outsiders know the inside? They was never supposed to get that, nah
And that's just so embarrassin'
I want to die, to die
Aye
I'm the one that you was wishin' for when you was married
That tale wasn't much of a fairy
Christmas, it wasn't that merry
You a trophy to me like the Larry
Aye, I'm the one that you was wishin' for
Aye, I'm the one that you was wishin' for
In Miami and the owls with me like they just put my ass in Gryffindor
Mouth dry over twenty that I never bothered gettin' no prescription for
Steez sayin' that you miss me and I won't say it to you, but I miss you more
Said we got each other back and then you put the knife in it like the kitchen drawer
Way I'm feelin' on this album, really took it easy on you, could've written more
If the shoe was on the other foot and it was me, it would've been guerilla war
Since you know I got a soft spot for you, this has turned into a civil war
Artists hittin' on you, broke as fuck, I swear them **** probably live in Singapore
The athlete that you rollin' with, I saw his game last night, he didn't score
Fuck, I gotta say a little more, show you spots you never been before
It's fucked up that we was goin' once and now you're goin' twice like a biddin' war
Why you act like just 'cause I go to the strip club, girl, that I don't love you?
You still listenin' to R. Kelly in the whip, baby girl, and I don't judge you
I'ma end this shit and let the 40 beat play before I snap
At Boobie Trap throwin' more bills than your baby daddy trap
Yeah
Grrah

Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, John Alexander Hyszko, E Brown, T. Lumpkins, P. Campbell, K. Karimi, D. Wagner, Noah "40" Shebib & S. sisay.

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