Drake – Trust Issues Lyrics

Drake – Trust Issues Lyrics
Trust Issues
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    "Trust Issues." - Drake

    Album: Care Package
    Track No: 04
    Uh
    Aw yeah, aw yeah
    Call up on drank and let's, let's call up and
    Uh
    All I care about is money and the city that I'm from
    I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it till it's done
    I don't really give a fuck and my excuse is that I'm young
    And I'm only getting older, somebody should've told you
    I'm on one, aye
    Fuck it, I'm on one, yeah
    I said I'm on one
    Fuck it, I'm on one
    A strong one
    Two white cups and I got that drank
    It could be purple, it could be pink
    Depending on how you mix that shit
    Money to be got, and I'ma get that shit
    'Cause I'm on one
    Fuck it, I'm on one
    Aw yeah, aw yeah
    You know that I
    Oh yes, oh yeah
    Oh yes, oh yeah
    Uh, oh yes, oh yeah
    Yeah, uh
    You know what I'm sipping
    I'll teach you how to mix it
    But you're the only one
    'Cause I don't trust these bitches
    I don't, I don't trust these bitches
    They might catch me slipping
    So you're the only one
    'Cause I don't trust these bitches
    They might, they might catch me slipping
    And put in something different
    So you're the only one
    'Cause I don't trust these bitches
    I don't, I don't trust these bitches
    They might catch me slipping
    So you're the only one
    Oh whoa, trust issues
    Oh whoa, whoa, trust issues
    Oh whoa, trust issues
    Oh whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
    Yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
    Let's call up on drank and let's all get wasted
    On drank and let's all get faded, yeah, uh
    Drizzy Drake, check me out
    Coming live from the motherfuckin' Northside
    Kick game, run game, run it real good
    But never ever have my bitches sitting courtside
    Same **** that you knew way back when
    You acting like it's somebody you don't know
    Tell me, how the fuck we 'posed to stay friends
    When you got a bunch of feelings that you don't show?
    I could tell, I could tell, I could tell certain people don't like me no more
    New shit don't excite me no more
    Guess that they don't really make 'em like me no more
    Uh, you can look me in my eyes and see I ain't myself
    'Cause if y'all what I created, then I hate myself
    But still, let them girls in
    And tell 'em all leave them cell phones on the table where we see 'em
    I'm all day wit' it, man, a.m. to the p.m.
    **** hating, I just wish that they would say it when they see him, ah
    That's that shit that drives me crazy
    And it's all that I've been getting lately
    And it's probably why I'm scared to put the time in
    Women wanna fuck like they're me and I'm them
    Looking for some things and I think that I can find 'em in you
    In you
    Oh whoa, trust issues
    Oh whoa, whoa, trust issues
    Oh whoa, trust issues
    Oh whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
    Yeah, aw yeah, mmm, aw yeah
    Let's call up on drank and let's all get wasted
    On drank and let's all get faded, yeah
    Aw yeah, aw yeah
    Call up on drank and let's, let's call up on, uh

    Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Noah "40" Shebib, Tyler Williams, D. Carter, DJ Khaled, W. Roberts & Nikhil Seetharam.

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