Beast of Burden lyrics

by

Drake


Ay yo, I smoke until I'm dead and come alive when I snort
I kill that f*cking b*tch and take a ride with her corpse
Say " Dog, what the f*ck you doing? "
I'm just riding with a corpse
sh*t, I got drive like ELI in a 4

Sweet Petey my name, f*ck that Nickel F sh*t
Pimpin' is my game, got a hundred hoes on my guest list
Bust a move, things goes down tryna make a way
Drink tanqueray, flip gold chains
[?]
But the groceries are on layaway

My life is chaos, Nice with the A.R
You got a skeleton my closet holds a graveyard
Ghosts, ghouls, goblins, dead babies
If I could make it all good I would cause girl I know it drives you crazy
Say that you love me, and you f*ck me
Turn around now you like f*ck me
Turn around your friend wanna f*ck me
No wonder these hoes can't trust me

Nah they can't trust me
Pray to God that one don’t bust me
The prettiest people get ugly
You can ask Luscious, sh*t ain't lovely
Look
You don't know the things that I've been going with my folks
n*ggas dead broke eating soup with a fork
n*ggas missing quotas, cause b*tches sniff the yola
Money, power, respect: that's my motive for murder

[?]
Why would I keep living?
Cause I've been on the edge ready to nose dive off a building, sh*t
Everything's falling apart, everything's falling apart
I'm falling apart
I'm piecing it all but together but
You gotta start with the heart that's the hardest part

Took the pain that was in my chest
Threw it at the mic, now its’s part of my art
Took my artbook off the net
Threw it in your ear, now it’s part of your thoughts
Me and my raspy vocals take it around the world, we global
‘Cause my songs spinning
Radioactive, blowing like Chernobyl [uh]

I am promethazine, lean and weed, demons I see
Demons won't even sleep in their dreams and I'm
Wide awake, Adderall tweakin' I'm off the deep end
Wide awoke, Adderall tweakin' I'm off the deep end
All I see is them goes Pacquiao [?]
Them goes Pacquiao
Simultaneously in the studio, I'm blackin out
Sweet Petey P that motherf*cker that they askin' bout
Jeans a little tight but pockets fat
f*ck you laughin' bout?

Watch me do my dance
Two middle fingers up watch me move my hands
This my independence day, Hey I'm Bagger Vance
Wilding like a rabid dog like this my only chance

The gate cracked and I’m out here
You take back what you brought here

Real n*gga in this b*tch (x2)
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