Drake’s “God’s Plan” Predictive Text Song lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, they bluffin' and bluffin' and bluffin' and bluffin'
They bluffin' on beef

[Verse 1]
I been ballin' broke, yeah I'm working on me
Tryna fight a waste man I'm so unruly
I don't like my therapist, she don't know 'bout me
You just too busy overreacting to me
I don't want no chicken wings that hate me
Yes my life is public, girl you protestin' me
Hope the money dolla dolla bill me
They still down to Maury macarena with me

[Chorus 1]
Aw man, aw man
I feel bad but maybe not (ah, bad not)
I made plans that I don't love (nah plans ah)
I got strippers that are mean (ayy, mean)
I finesse all of this beef (oh, beef)
I disappear when I'm lonely (ay, lonely)
I go ham on Scorsese (ay director)

[Post-Chorus]
And still
Sad things
It's a lotta sad things
That they bluffin' and bluffin' and bluffin' and bluffin'
They bluffin' on beef
Dad things
It's a lot of dad things
That start hurtin' and hurtin' and hurtin' and hurtin'
They hurtin' bad knees
Yeah, uh, ah
[Verse 2]
She say "Where the bread at?" I told her, "Glad you asked that"
I only doubt myself and my psychic, I'm nutty
Whiskey woes, I wanna trust them bear so scary
Drizzy dumb, I'm so bad with all the numbers
And you got meat
Turn my whole crew into babies (wahhh)
Without trying Kotex, you don't know needs
Imagine that I'm just the stripper's sensei

[Chorus 2]
Aw man, aw man
Someone ate too much j*rky (oh, beef)
I can't blame this on valet (no, tip)
I am courtside but so cold (ay, brrr, ay)
Might learn 'bout the refugees (yeah, human rights)
I hug all my crew babies (ay, hug 'em)
What is my paternity? (ooh, dad)

[Post-Chorus]
And still
Dad things
It's a lotta dad things
That start hurtin' and hurtin' and hurtin' and hurtin'
They hurtin' bad knees
Aw, sad
Canadians
A lotta Canadians
Who are sorry and sorry and sorry and sorry
They sorry 'bout me
Yeah, sorry