[Intro: Drake & Frank Ocean]
I’ll bet your mother would be proud of you,
you-you, oh
I’ll bet your mother would be proud of you, oh
I know what you’ll say
You’ll say I could’ve treated you
better or whatever, but
But I don’t know, I think I did alright
Know what I’m sayin’? And you know how you get
Drawin’ conclusions like you got a Parsons
degree or somethin’
I coulda treated you better, that’s crazy
Nope
[Chorus: Drake]
Leanin’, lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin’
That’s not love your in, it’s more like compromisin’
I move mountains for you, f#ck that social climbing
Lean into me, lean in to me
Yeah, lean in, lean in to me
[Verse 1: Drake]
p#ss# ain’t makin’ me tweak,
ended up stayin’ a week
She pretty but ghetto, pretty
but rough, just like Virginia Beach
I wanna get back to the days that you love me
for nothin’ but what you could see
You bust down the jubilee,
I swapped it and made you go factory, wait
You put some pain in me,
I wanna get back to the major league
She wanna grab on the throttle,
I wanna get back in the driver seat
That n#gg# spend his last check on your car
and you got it and drive it to me
Ask me if I coulda treated you better, but no
[Chorus: Drake]
Leanin’, lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin’
That’s not love your in, it’s more like compromisin’
I move mountains for you, f#ck that social climbing
Lean into me, lean in to me
Yeah, lean in, lean in to me
[Break: Drake]
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Grrah, grrah
Yeah
[Verse 2: Drake]
Our texts feelin’ like a fencin’ match,
your temper shorter and I’m sensin’ that
You keep talkin’ ’bout some, “Periodt,”
but where you ’bout to end the sentence at?
‘Cause you been goin’ off on my #ss,
then I tell your #ss where I’m at
Then you act like I’m supposed to mention that
I introduce you to my friends, girlfriends,
you ain’t interested in makin’ friends
Talkin’ ’bout you wanna cook for a n#gg#
in the kitchen, can you make amends?
Least we know you got the cakes on you girl,
you should prolly stick to baking then
Workin’ this crop like the rubber chute,
I swear that I’m not tryna smother you
I got to know a whole other you
but let’s not forget how I discovered you
We ain’t even gotta mention that,
any n#gg# try and trouble
He gon’ find out that it’s on-site like W-W-W
On site lite dot-com, put a baby in you, a hot mom
Yeah, ask me if I coulda treated you better,
but no
Not at all, not at all
[Outro: Frank Ocean]
I’ll bet your mother would be proud of you,
mother would be proud
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Virginia Beach Lyrics English
[Intro: Drake & Frank Ocean]
I’ll bet your mother would be proud of you,
you-you, oh
I’ll bet your mother would be proud of you, oh
I know what you’ll say
You’ll say I could’ve treated you
better or whatever, but
But I don’t know, I think I did alright
Know what I’m sayin’? And you know how you get
Drawin’ conclusions like you got a Parsons
degree or somethin’
I coulda treated you better, that’s crazy
Nope
[Chorus: Drake]
Leanin’, lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin’
That’s not love your in, it’s more like compromisin’
I move mountains for you, f#ck that social climbing
Lean into me, lean in to me
Yeah, lean in, lean in to me
[Verse 1: Drake]
p#ss# ain’t makin’ me tweak,
ended up stayin’ a week
She pretty but ghetto, pretty
but rough, just like Virginia Beach
I wanna get back to the days that you love me
for nothin’ but what you could see
You bust down the jubilee,
I swapped it and made you go factory, wait
You put some pain in me,
I wanna get back to the major league
She wanna grab on the throttle,
I wanna get back in the driver seat
That n#gg# spend his last check on your car
and you got it and drive it to me
Ask me if I coulda treated you better, but no
[Chorus: Drake]
Leanin’, lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin’
That’s not love your in, it’s more like compromisin’
I move mountains for you, f#ck that social climbing
Lean into me, lean in to me
Yeah, lean in, lean in to me
[Break: Drake]
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Grrah, grrah
Yeah
[Verse 2: Drake]
Our texts feelin’ like a fencin’ match,
your temper shorter and I’m sensin’ that
You keep talkin’ ’bout some, “Periodt,”
but where you ’bout to end the sentence at?
‘Cause you been goin’ off on my #ss,
then I tell your #ss where I’m at
Then you act like I’m supposed to mention that
I introduce you to my friends, girlfriends,
you ain’t interested in makin’ friends
Talkin’ ’bout you wanna cook for a n#gg#
in the kitchen, can you make amends?
Least we know you got the cakes on you girl,
you should prolly stick to baking then
Workin’ this crop like the rubber chute,
I swear that I’m not tryna smother you
I got to know a whole other you
but let’s not forget how I discovered you
We ain’t even gotta mention that,
any n#gg# try and trouble
He gon’ find out that it’s on-site like W-W-W
On site lite dot-com, put a baby in you, a hot mom
Yeah, ask me if I coulda treated you better,
but no
Not at all, not at all
[Outro: Frank Ocean]
I’ll bet your mother would be proud of you,
mother would be proud
Find more lyrics at asialyrics.com
Drake Lyrics – Virginia Beach