Drake - Fucking fans

I'm still working on me
And I'm coming back better for you (I'm comin' back, oh-ooh)
Most times it was my selfishness and your helplessness
That I took advantage of
You sit in the house and I be out and I know you're worried, uh
(I know you're worried, you're worried, you're worried)
And you try block it out
I'm so sorry for letting you down (oh-oh, oh-ah)

I should've came home, came home sooner
You'd probably still be there if I
Came home, love you like I treat ya
You'd still be there
My girl, my lil' baby speechless
You'd still be there, baby


I'm still working on me (work it)
And I'm coming back with a plan
And there's money in my hand, baby (work it)
You said I was fucking up when I was out here fucking fans
Damn, and it made you look crazy
Made you seem, made you feel, it was crazy (ooh-ah)
While you sit in the house, I be out and you stay worried about me (oh)

Ayy, yeah
Nights when I just needed to hold somebody
Feeling overwhelmed, should've told somebody
Picturin' it's me sending chills through your body
I just probably should've chilled 'til I saw you
How am I supposed to get to know somebody?
Nigga left his 20s and I still wanna party
I can not be trusted on my own with nobody
I can not be
If we broke it off then you know it wasn't painless
If she got a watch then you know it's not a stainless
I was out here fucking fans, I was shameless
Yeah, and I know that
You was at the crib reading stories that they sent you
Most of that was bullshit but some of it I did do
Hard for me to justify the women I was into
Especially when the whole entire world wished they had you
Then I locked the door that night in Vegas 'cause I had to
Then I had a kid even though I never planned to
I cannot imagine when your girls gave you that news
I know that
Probably made you wanna hit the streets on everything
Probably made you wanna pour bleach on everything
Probably made you wanna kill me on everything
Yeah, trust, I know that (trust, I know)
Dialing, I'ma say two, zero, one, four
'Cause you're on the same shit that you was on before
I know you're not happy, girl, everybody know
Could see it in your boyfriend eyes at the show
Don't tell me let it go, I'm a letting go pro
You don't wanna grow but we gotta outgrow
Went six digits on the lock screen code
You crack into that ho and it's gon' be a lot of smoke
We both gettin' rich but the trust getting broke
Tear me down with words but I know that's how you cope
Cover up a lot, can't cover up your soul
Know you're not happy, girl, everybody know

(Trust, I know that, trust, I know)

Writers: Noah Shebib , Jahron Brathwaite , Aubrey Graham , Noel Cadastre

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