Letra de Fucking Fans - Drake

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, up (I know you're worried, you're worried, you're worried)

And you try and 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 want to hit the streets on everything

Probably made you want to pour bleach on everything

Probably made you want to kill me on everything

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

Calendar must 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 getting 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)

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