Drake - Connect

"There's 3 balls and a strike
Here's the pitch
It's belted deep to center, Revere goes back
jumps at the wall, and it's gone!"

Yeah, isn't it amazing how you talk all this shit and we still lack communication
How beautiful our kids would be, girl, I don't need convincing
How every conversation starts with "this time will be different"
Oh, the idea is fun, oh, the idea is fun
Oh, the idea is so fun every time
At least we try for home run every time

Swangin', eyes closed just swangin'
Same city, same friends if you're looking for me
Same city, same friends if you're looking
I'll be here just swangin' (swangin')
Don't talk to me like I'm famous (I'm famous)
And don't assume cause I don't respect assumptions bae
I'm just tryna connect with somethin' bae
Yeah, swangin', ay

She just wanna run around the city and make memories
That she can barely remember
And I'd allow her, talk about pussy power, yeah
She just wanna run over my feelings
Like she drinking and driving in an 18 wheeler
And I'd allow her, talk about pussy power
She used to say "You can be whoever you want, even yourself"
Yeah, I show up knowin' exactly who I was and never leave as myself
But when it falls apart, I'm always still down
To pick a million tiny little pieces off the ground
Wish you would learn to love people and use things
And not the other way around

Swangin', eyes closed just swangin'
Same city, same friends if you're looking for me
Same city, same friends if you're looking
I'll be here just swangin', ay
Don't talk to me like I'm famous, ay
And don't assume cause I don't respect assumptions bae
I'm just tryna connect with somethin' baby
I'll be here, just swangin'

(Swang, swang, swang, swang
Swang it up, swang it up, swang it up
Swang it up, swang it up, swang it up, hey)

I remember when my schedule was as flexible as she is
She call and tell me be here before the sun up
I be dressed before we hung up
I take Eglinton to 401 east
And exit at Markham road in the east end
Where all the pretty girls are sleeping
My license been expired I renew it after the weekend
Fuck I know I said that shit the last 7 weekends
Girl I guess procrastination is my weakness
I hate stoppin' for gas this late
'Cause there's niggas creepin and not like how we're creepin'
Summer is comin' know you could feel it
20 on pump whatever I ain't got enough to fill it
Won't knock on your door
My uncle say, "You drive my whip like it's yours"
I got the pedal to the floor
I'm on my motherfuckin' way swangin'

Don't fall asleep on me, hang in there
I'll be there just swangin'
I'll be there just swangin'
I treat you good girl like you're famous
I know I'm late it's always the same shit
But don't fall asleep on me, hang in there, yeah, yeah
I'm on the road right now swangin', girl, yeah

Oh, oh
Oh, oh

Writers: Aubrey Graham, Anthony Palman, Kenza Samir, Noah Shebib, Ross Birchard

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