Drake – Wick Man Lyrics

Drake – Wick Man Lyrics
Wick Man
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    "Wick Man." - Drake

    Album: For All The Dogs Scary Hours Edition
    Track No: 27
    Yeah, grrat
    Yeah, damn
    I feel like John Wick, empty clips
    Yeah, empty clips
    Yeah, empty clips
    Shell cases scatter the floor, bullets, they shatter the glass
    I could feel the tension in this room like a chatter in class
    Everyday breakin' records, shit is just happening fast
    That shit was a quick switch, yeah
    I feel like I'm always on thin ice with a thick bitch
    So many shots fired, I need me a clip switch
    I'm in that fuckin' bag right now I'm a lipstick
    Sabbatical in Miami, this shit was holistic
    Man, I remember **** was jokin' 'bout some tick, tick
    And now that rapper broke as fuck, the boy a statistic
    Empty clips, yeah
    Empty clips
    I'm almost expressionless
    John Cena wouldn't know emotions I wrestle with
    Plagued by the fact I was born a perfectionist
    Still can't even wrap my mind around the success of this
    Point me to your boss, ****, you a receptionist
    I really hate the fact I make this shit sound effortless
    I put so much thought into the messages
    It's borderline obsessiveness, remember who you messin' with
    White America say I'm becoming a threat
    Black America love to remind me what my mama look like
    As if I'd ever fuckin' forget
    I'm never enough
    Much to their dismay, I'm levelin' up, yeah
    There's too much treasure to hunt, there's too many hoes in the spot
    The ratio seven to one
    Livin' for right now 'cause I really think heaven's a front
    Nadia died in Dubai
    I waited on a spirit to come by for like seventeen months
    That shit didn't visit me once, damn
    She wanted to better her life
    She wanted some opportunity, we wasn't given a bunch
    Her ex would eat away at her soul, that **** a munch
    The last message she sent to my phone was 'bout keeping in touch
    So pardon me questioning God and not believing in much
    It's Wick, man, don't listen to Wikipedia
    Capo a wicked ****, I pray it don't hit the media
    They say, "Drake, you gettin' harder," funny, it's getting easier
    Rappers are slick comedians, and they get disobedient
    And they don't stay in they lane, it's like **** hit the median
    Boat say he the recipe, I must be the key ingredient
    Capo might wick a man down with evil deviance
    They gon' have to talk with Ouija boards like heebie-jeebie, and
    Like the large was too big for you, you'll need a medium
    Just to send a message to somebody you loved previous
    Empty clips, yeah

    Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, A. Mamam & K. De Bruyne.

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