Liability

Drake

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    You get in my bed, you twist up my head
    I'm changing for you, changing for you
    You get in my bed, you twist up my head
    I'm changing for you, changing for you

    You got with the life
    You lied and a piece of me dies
    Inside out I pray, so much I can't take
    I'm here for the ride, your pride might be the reason why
    We don't even make, here to see the days

    Whoa
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
    Whoa, whoa
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
    Needed you, wanted you to stay mine

    Winter came, you left me on my favorite time, yeah
    You down this road, you passed the street on early time
    Claimed you haven't eaten in days
    Drinking, you wait in champagne
    You're too busy dancing in the club to our songs

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    Turned up on my phone, changing your whole tone
    Playing with my emotions, playing with my emotions
    Playing with my emotions, playing with my emotions
    You're too busy dancing in the club to our songs

    Turned up on my phone, changing your whole tone
    Playing with my emotions, playing with my emotions
    Playing with my emotions, playing with my emotions
    Playing with my emotions, playing with my

    You get in my bed, you twist up my head
    I'm changing for you, changing for you
    You get in my bed, you twist up my head
    I'm changing for you, changing for you

    You got with the life
    You lied and a piece of me dies
    Inside out I pray, so much I can't take
    I'm here for the ride, your pride might be the reason why
    We don't even make, here to see the days

    Whoa
    Flying places 'cause you know to travel lonely
    Judging me lately, banging the gravel on me
    Friends wanna tattle on me
    You put your words together like you getting points for that shit
    Like your playing scrabble on me

    Your momma the sweetest lady, that apple fell far from that tree
    Can't you be honest about your parents, like how hard can it be
    You know I showed those songs you been playing all on repeat
    You found replacements for me but you know it's hard to compete
    Whoa
    Calling me daddy, I taught you things that a father can't teach
    At the beginning, it feel like you're going harder than me
    Then you stood back on me
    Shit, girl, you hit the Harden on me

    Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
    Whoa, whoa

    Song details

    Composition: Drake, Timothy Murdock, and Nyan Lieberthal

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