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"Views." - Drake

Friday, 23 October 2026, 04:19 am

Album: Views

Track No: 19

Question is, will I ever leave you?
The answer is no, no-no-no, no, no (Oh-no)
No, no-no-no, no, no (Oh)
No, no, no, no
Question is, will I ever leave you?
And the answer is no, no-no-no, no, no (Oh, no)
No, no, no, no, no, no (Oh, no)
No, no, no, no
Yeah, you feel the pressure, man, I know the pressure
And my wifey is a spice like I'm David Beckham
A lot of pent up aggression comin' out of my section
OVO on me while y'all **** was playin' dress-up
And I know who gon' take the fall with me
They right here on call with me, they all with me
You could throw curve balls, but I got the glove fitted
They been sayin' it's love, but it isn't love, is it?
Toast to the days when they wasn't out to get me
I worked at JD's connections whenever Jason let me
Ceesay's, I was buyin' fitteds every day
Kitty's Caribana, tryin' not to catch a stray
I dropped out right before I graduate
Six credits left, my mama had her saddest day
It's only up from here, I promise, you just gotta wait
And she took my word for it, that's all I had to say
Lately, I just feel so outta character
The paranoia can start to turn into arrogance
Thoughts too deep to go work 'em out with a therapist
I get a blank page when I try to draw a comparison
I'm gettin' straight to the point with it
Need y'all to know that I never needed none of y'all ****
Fuck bein' all buddy-buddy with the opposition
It's like the front of the plane, ****, it's all business
But I haven't flown with y'all boys in a minute
Look, they'd rather run up on me than towards they goals
My **** still hit the club when it's twenty below
Who you think runnin' the show?
You saw it in me at twenty years old
The lingo startin' to sound like we talkin' in code
I got a pure soul, I don't do the hate
You don't worry about fittin' in when you custom made
Me and Nico used to plot on how to make a change
Now me and Kobe doin' shots the night before the game
Still drop forty with liquor in my system
Numbers goin' unlisted just to create some distance
I might see you on and off but I'll never switch ya
**** quick to double cross like both of us Christian
Lamborghini got me feelin' like I'm Christian Bale
And I never bare my morals for the ticket sales
Tippin' scales, bars heavy like triple XL
I never tag no one in, I'd rather get you myself
Runnin' through the six, thumbin' through the contracts
I'm possessed, you can see it under the contacts
They think I had the silver spoon, but they'll get it soon
I still got somethin' left to prove since you left me room
Paint a plan for the family debt, we in the minus
And like it's goin' in the trunk, I put it all behind us
Where you tryna go?
I've got it, I'll take us wherever
I'm a staple in the game, all my paper's together
And my life is on display like Truman
They wanna pre the movements, gotta start to make them sooner
My exes made some of my favorite music
I dated women from my favorite movies
Karma's such a thing of beauty
I'd share more of my story, but you wouldn't believe it
It's far fetched like I threw that shit a hundred meters
I keep it a hunnid like I'm runnin' a fever
I might take a breather, but I won't ever leave you
If I was you, I wouldn't like me either
Yeah

Writer(s): Matthew Jehu Samuels, Aubrey Drake Graham, Noah "40" Shebib, Maneesh Bidaye, Marvin Winans Jr. & Aion Clarke.

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