Artist: Drake Album: Young Sweet Jones Song: Paris Morton Music Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus: Drake - singing] Would've came back for you, I just needed time to do what I had to do, caught in the life I can't let it go, whether that's right I won't ever know, ohh ohh ohh Hope you forgive me, never meant wrong Tried to be patient, and waited too long But I woulda came back, but I woulda came back for you (uh) Woulda came back, woulda came back [Drake] I talk, slicker, than a pimp from Augusta who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned, bitches what's up wit'cha? I hate callin the women bitches but the bitches love it I took some sense/cents and make a nickel of it I'm urgin all daughters to kiss they mothers With those lips that all that lipstick covers You're never too grown up to miss and hug her And girls count on me to be there like missin rubbers I'm on some Marvin Gaye shit, a bunch of +Distant Lovers+ This ain't the life that I'm used to Reintroduced to people I been introduced to Did you forget me? Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me in fear that I won't remember, I wish you could still accept me for me I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners had I'm halfway across the world with dozens of bags Feelin like all four members of Color Me Badd In one nigga, amazin shit I got that Courtney Love for ya, that crazy shit I don't drink every bottle I own, I be agin shit And I got them wedding ring flows, that engagin shit Which one of y'all got fleets on your keychains and seats for these Heat games? I really think that you stare at yourself and you see things La familia, I been inducted and instructed to stunt on these niggaz we don't really fuck with - fuck is up? Havin lunch and debatin Ferrari prices 23 and goin through a mid-life crisis But trust me I still deliver like a midwife And no I'm not sayin I'm the nicest, I just live life like it Uhh, it take a certain type of man to teach To be far from hood but to understand the streets I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech because I haven't hit the pinnacles I plan to reach Yeah, you gotta own it if you want it Kisses all on her body she tells me live in the moment And baby, I never forget none of that Girl I told you I was comin back (ah) [Chorus]