متن و پخش آهنگ F*****g Fans از Drake

متن کامل ترانه F*****g Fans با صدای 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, uh (I know you're worried, you're worried, you're worried) And you try 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 wanna hit the streets on everything Probably made you wanna pour bleach on everything Probably made you wanna kill me on everything Yeah, trust, I know that (trust, I know) Dialing, I'ma 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 gettin' 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)