I think Break Me Down has enough great parts to not mind the Thug flow, but I'm over it too
I'd rather West District type raps, and less rapping in general; but I'm sure we'll be getting more traditional R&B from him soon enough so I'm not tripping off him experimenting a bit in the meantime.
Mannnn I'm ******* with this Breaking Me Down. This giving me the same feelz as Kehlani's Freestyle. Who doing this to my goat? My ***** outchea skipping lunches
Not amazed by either from one listen, but I never put much stock in first impressions of Party songs anyway. I'm sure I'll catch myself singing some lines from both before the day ends
Real life, eek!
My fiancé emailin me, instead of FaceTimin
Talkin bout some real time
Away from me, space (hey)
Baby, baby, baby, please, please, please, please
Baby, I need peace, peace, peace, baby
They don't understand, I got a bigger plan
They don't know what they see in me, baby
Only you understand, oh-woah
Help me sleep easy like a Xan, woah, woah
Help me slip in and out a jam, woah, woah
But I don't phase it you don't see that though
I'm lying, baby girl, you stole ten grand from the safe
How I'm supposed to feel safe?
Baby girl, these rocks was for you
How you still actin like a groupie?
Why you act like you don't know me?
Before all the K's, Kylie's, and Kehlani's, whoa
Why you do me this way?
Must be how it go when you crack the Drake code, Draco
Bo-bo-bo-boom, red-bottom baboons (hold on whoa woo yeah)
You say this too soon, I say this too soon
They say this too soon, but I want you right now, baby
I'ma get it right, I'ma get it right
Cross my heart and hope to die
Promise to cross my T's, promise to dot my I's (hey e a)
I don't wanna want but I know what a ***** need
Yeah, baby girl, it's you, woah
I brought you to California, for what?
'Cause right now you're so, so sick of my guts'
You got me out here hittin' my crunches
You got me out here skippin' on lunches
I wanna be per-per-perfect for when the next time I see ya
Iced up, baby, I'm drippin', drippin' like my jeweler
Ballin', baby, need a hoop for your Hula, woah