Drake | Is There More Lyrics


Drake | Is There More Lyrics

Only holdin’ up I do is my end of the bargain

Only beggin’ that I do is me beggin’ your pardon

Only tryin’ that I do is me tryin’ the hardest

Only problems I do are math problems with profit

Only lyin’ I do is lyin’ out in the tropics

Only cryin’ I do is cryin’ from laughin’ ’bout it

Only lackin’ I can do is my lack of responses

Only rest that I do is “Where the rest of my commas”

Still I rise, Maya Angelou vibes

When life comin’ at you from all angles and sides

And they don’t wanna see that you smilin’ from inside

It really boils down to how you plan to survive

Love certain ones but never get attached to ’em

Give ’em nice things, but what’s that to ’em?

Especially when another girl I flew in is flickin’ up in my bathroom

And they recognize the bathroom

All hell starts to break loose in my texts

I only tell lies to who I gotta protect

I would rather have you remember me how we met

I would rather lose my leg than lose their respect

But that’ll never happen the way I’m watchin’ my step

That ain’t what I’m ’bout

I’m in control of my destiny, never in doubt

If I can’t make it with you, I’ll make it without

They say take the good with the bad, I’ll take it without

Houston women I wine-and-dine and take to the house

My moral compass is janky, it breaks in the south

Is there more to life than digits and bankin’ accounts?

Is there more to life than sayin’ I figured it out?

Is there more? Yeah

Sweeter the berry, the blacker the juice

The boy is back in the booth, ready to tap into truth

Too many lyrics ’bout houses and loot

Too many Walt Disney characters, mouses and goofs

I mean you know I love a challenge, but challenged by who?

I’ll let you bring a thousand recruits

My peers are a talented group

But even if you take all their statistics and carry the two

Even if you rounded up the numbers and rounded the troops

There’s still nothin’ they could really do

It’s too bad reality checks don’t cover the balances due

Whenever it’s time to recoup

Yeah, soon as this album drop I’m out of the deal

In the house playin’ D’Angelo, “How Does It Feel?”

I got a fear of havin’ things on my mind when I die

What you got? Time on your hands or time on your side?

Is there any sense in doin’ these songs when I’m high?

Is there more to life than goin’ on trips to Dubai?

Yachts on the 4th of July, G5 soarin’ the skies

Is there more to life than all of these corporate ties

And all of these fortunate times

And all of these asses that never come in proportionate size?

Am I missin’ somethin’ that’s more important to find?

Like healin’ my soul, like family time

Is there more to life than just when I’m feelin’ alive?

Is there more?

Passion, instant

Sweat beads, feel me (feel me)

Cupid’s shot me

My heartbeat’s racing (my heartbeat’s racing)

Tempt me, drive me (tempt me)

It feels so exciting

Thought of highly (highly)

It’s yours entirely

I’ll be, I’ll be more than a lover

More than a woman

More than a lover for you


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