Drake – Landed Lyrics

Drake – Landed Lyrics
Landed
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    "Landed." - Drake

    Album: Dark Lane Demo Tapes
    Track No: 08
    Yeah, aye, aye
    If I gotta land, I'ma stick it
    Baby, let it go and you gon' miss it
    Wrote this with a Cartier pen, do I sound different? (Yeah, yeah)
    Overseas and back, I was round-trippin'
    I've been, uh, I've been, what?
    I've been pop, whippin', wrist is on another rhythm
    I was not kiddin', don't know why they playin' with him
    I was not finna let them get no top billin'
    Man, they really tried to take this shit and run with it
    And I bought my dawg a Rollie 'cause he rolled with it (Yeah)
    And I bought that girl a shovel 'cause she gold-diggin' (Yeah)
    If he talkin' out his head, then it's off with it (Yeah)
    Boardin' Air Drake, then we takin' off in it
    Yeah, and if I gotta land, I'ma stick it, aye (Yeah)
    Baby, let it go and you gon' miss it
    Wrote this with a Cartier pen, do I sound different?
    Yeah, you always said I changed, I'm just now switchin'
    Aye, aye, what?
    Aye, aye, I done dosed off
    I done got a different number 'cause I'm closed off
    Used to hit the bitch and now she wanna, huh
    Now she wanna call me like she doesn't know that phone's off (Uh, what?)
    I just met her friend and now her clothes off, yeah
    Drop around whoever, bet it goes off, yeah
    Patek doin' backflips, showin' off
    Yeah, and if I gotta land, I'ma stick it
    Baby, let it go and you gon' miss it
    Wrote this with a Cartier pen, do I sound different? (Yeah, yeah)
    Overseas and back, I was round-trippin'
    I've been, uh, I've been, what?
    I've been pop, whippin', wrist is on another rhythm
    He been block-switchin', don't know how you ride with him
    Got a supermodel, wanna be a down missus
    All my ****, they be on them out-of-town missions
    Wasn't hearin' me before, okay, but now listen
    Pushin' five Cadillacs like a politician
    I be in and out arenas like I'm Scottie Pippen
    Yeah, pop, whippin', wrist is goin' thirty with it (Ooh, yeah)
    Put the beat in front of me, I'm dirtyin' it (Yeah, what?)
    Do this shit for real, you **** dabble in it (Yeah)
    Say you need a minute, I don't have a minute (Yeah)
    And if I gotta land, I'ma
    Stick that motherfucker at the Clearport and park that

    Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Dylan Cleary-Krell & Ronald LaTour.

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