You were so clever, You kept it together today, By the way, I'll no longer ignore you, I wanted to show you again, I'm your friend, Sometimes we just
ever been to the backhouse ever been to that place ya its real nice real fancy real cool lots of people have to go there be part of the scene man place
Here we are at this party Everything is going down Music's playing loud Keep the pressure off my coffee table Momma said it's not loud Girls are laughing
I never thought that it'd be so simple but I found a way, I found a way I always thought that it'd be too crazy but I found a way, I found a way
I'm tired of all your excuses I'm tired of all your lies Your filthy schemes and abuses Ooh, I've finally grown wise Got tired of chasin' it down Baby
These are the golden days In this golden age that we're livin' I show you a thousand ways I show you how we take what we're given Alright Yeah You can
[Girl:] Are you putting in your songs? [Drake:] No, I'm not when you ask Nope Kind of I guess Hollywood girl Is lost again All of her hopes
Wake up, it's time to get your things together And drive away Breathe out, future days will treat you better That's what they say Another day Gone without
(Coins going into slot machine and hit's the jackpot.)
She stares at the moon The ribbon's out of tune The memories of the past At the bottom of her glass And resting on her cheek The imprint of his ring
Telegraph And telephone Tell a friend, I'm leavin' Heard you left me alone But I'm here still breathin' 'Cause she's in me And tell me where you've
(loud walking in grass) (metal gate opening) (door opening) (loud amp sound) (quick gutair chord) (continueing aaaa... sound)
I've got a telegraph in my hand Words on paper, written in sand We've got telegraph (We've got telegraph) Right 'cross this land (Across this land)
your ear. The results can be quite itchy So what is your reply? Tell your arm to swat that fly! Hey, there's a telegraph line, You got yours and I got
Don't take that man away It was not his fault Telegraph poles are good for climbing But don't touch the live wire At the tip of the barrel Telegraph
is beatin' Each day i don't die is cheating Send me some lovin' Send me some lovin' Send it now Send it by giraffe, or jungle telegraph
. We've got telegraph, right across this land. It doesn't mean a damn thing. We don't understand. But who needs telegraph anyway? Repeat chorus We've got telegraph
I've got a telegraph In my hand Words on paper Written in sand We've got telegraph (we've got telegraph) Right across this land (all across this