Текст песни Middle of the Ocean - Drake
Yeah
I'm
in
the
Missoni
room
at
the
Byblos
The
boat
was
rockin'
too
much
on
some
Aaliyah
shit
For
real
We
goin'
from
the
Vava
to
Cinq
on
Cinq,
then
back
to
the
Vava
If
you
know,
you
know,
baby,
I
don't,
I
don't
know
what
to
tell
you
Yeah
Ayy
Look
Long
way
from
sentimental
Meet
Thomazzo
and
Ernesto
Short
rigatoni
with
the
pesto
These
verses
are
my
manifesto
Hallways
got
an
echo
Me
and
Smigs
on
the
loose
in
the
city,
you
know
how
the
rest
go
Casual
sex,
I'm
like,
"Fuck
a
dress
code"
The
first
martini
is
an
espresso
Chill
shot
glasses
with
prosecco
So
ignorant
in
our
hood,
they
be
like,
"Why
the
fuck
you
makin'
techno?"
I'm
worldwide
and
this
is
just
another
cargo
jet
flow,
I
had
to
let
go
Life
insurance
policies,
you
niggas
'bout
to
need
the
gecko
I
got
some
meaner
threats,
though
Me,
Spider-man,
and
Leonardo,
I'm
back
tomorrow
I
had
the
chopper
to
a
wedding
out
in
Monaco
or
Monte
Carlo
I'm
losin'
track
of
where
we
all
go
I
wouldn't
trade
my
life
for
none
of
y'alls,
it's
an
embargo
Fifty-nine
bags
on
the
767,
this
is
heavy
cargo
Yeah
Fifty-nine
bags
on
the—,
ayy
Swedish
jail
cell
smellin'
like
some
Carby
Musk
For
your
birthday,
your
boyfriend
got
a
party
bus
Bottle
signs,
club
lines,
should've
come
with
us
We
left
that
shit
in
'09
when
we
was
comin'
up
I
mean,
these
just
my
suggestions
of
course
I'm
ridin'
here
fresh
off
divorce
And
I'm
tryna
look
in
her
eyes,
maybe
express
my
remorse
If
she
want
a
rebound
with
me
I'm
down
to
go
get
her
some
boards
I'm
here
for
the
moral
support
Whippin'
the
Vespa
off
of
six
tequilas
Big
Benjamins
like
the
Pittsburgh
Steelers
Drake,
you
got
it
Robert
Kraft
sent
the
jet
for
us,
that
shit
was
patriotic
You
would
think
we
live
in
Baltimore,
the
way
they
ravin'
'bout
the
latest
product
Teachin'
niggas
how
to
mind
they
business,
and
my
latest
stuff
Might
be
the
only
teacher
that
gets
paid
enough
That's
why
I'm
in
Hyde
Park
buyin'
like
half
of
Harrods
You
niggas
are
too
concerned
with
makin'
sure
y'all
outfits
gon'
match
in
Paris
If
we
don't
like
you,
you
payin'
tax
and
tariffs
Come
to
the
6 and
I'm
like
the
actin'
sheriff,
deputy
First
got
to
America,
niggas
wouldn't
check
for
me
No
chance
the
kid'll
make
it
here
like
vasectomy
They
underestimated
my
trajectory
But
now
they
gotta
pay
that
shit
direct
to
me
I
send
the
label
bills,
bills,
bills
like
the
other
two
women
standing
next
to
Bey,
that
shit
was
just
Independent
women
is
lovin'
the
new
appearance
Matter
of
time
before
I
go
net
a
Bey
like
a
Paris
Like,
"Honey,
you
gotta
know
that
I
never
wore
Mike
Amiris
or
never
hopped
in
a
Urus"
I
got
my
head
in
the
clouds,
I'm
serious
The
lyrics
begin
to
reveal
themselves
over
time
periods
Promise
you'll
get
that
shit
when
the
sky
clears
This
shit
designed
for
divine
ears
My
favorite
two
words
from
you
white
boys
is,
"sign
here"
And
then
comes
the
sound
of
glass
clinkin'
from
a
wine
cheers
Swear
I'm
pocket
checkin'
y'all
for
five
years
And
then
we
'bout
to
kick
this
shit
in
high
gear
Eight
karats
like
vegetarians,
nigga,
the
earrings
are
droopy
Contract
Lord
of
the
rings,
think
it's
a
script
for
the
movie
Shout
out
TV
Gucci
my
cousin
is
spooky
I
swear
you
don't
even
mean
what
y'all
say
like
y'all
dubbin'
a
movie
Sidebar,
Serena,
your
husband
a
groupie
He
claim
we
don't
got
a
problem
but
No,
boo,
it
is
like
you
comin'
for
sushi
We
might
pop
up
on
'em
at
will
like
Suzuki
Kawasaki,
sushi,
saké,
the
money
grow
on
trees
like
shiitake
They
tried
to
get
spicy
with
me,
so
I
wonder
how
they
gon'
stop
me
I'm
really
on
a
roll
like
hamachi
The
fuck
would
y'all
really
do
without
me?
For
your
birthday,
your
man
got
a
table
at
Hibachi
Last
time
I
ate
there,
Wayne
was
doin'
numbers
off
the
cup
like
Yahtzee
And
Paris
Hilton
was
steady
duckin'
the
paparazzi
Quavo
might've
sent
me
a
song
that
he
called
"Versace"
I
really
can't
remember
it
properly
All
I
know
is
that
God
got
me,
I'm
sittin'
on
large
properties
Treat
me
like
a
newborn,
Lucian
not
droppin'
me
I'm
goin'
pink
Floyd,
you
niggas
cannot
rock
with
me
She
could
be
givin'
me
head
and
somehow
you
not
toppin'
me
Niggas
see
the
6ix
God
pass,
they
high-fivin'
me
Need
to
be
high-sixin'
me
Swear
niggas
highkey
sick
of
me
They
wifey
on
my
head
'cause
I
vibe
differently
Feel
like
an
Amber
alert
the
way
that
I
can
take
her
to
the
mall
and
she
find
Tiffany
I'm
like
a
cup
holder
the
way
that
these
dimes
stick
to
me
They
should've
been
in
the
fountain
based
on
what
y'all
wishin'
me
Know
what
I'm
sayin'?
Yeah
Million-dollar
spot
(brr,
brr)
That's
how
motherfuckers
in
CMB
play
it
Middle
of
the
ocean
(blatt)
Just
like
that
(shine,
shine)
All
dark
fresh
green
water
Land
that
thing
With
'bout
a
hundred
hoes
We
up
and
we
livin'
like
that,
boy
Fresh
fly
fish
like,
you
understand
me,
like,
real
G
shit
You
hear
me?
a
neighborhood
superstar
It's
bigger
than
anything
You
know,
we
start
from
the
bottom,
then
we
come
to
the
top
Get
to
the
top
and
we
stay
up
there
You
hear
me?
(ball,
ball,
ball,
ball,
ball)
We
look
down
and
we'll
be
down,
but
we
stayin'
up
And
we
rise
up,
we
stay
on
'em,
you
heard
me?
(ball,
ball,
ball,
ball,
ball)
Big
Florida
water,
big
water
ocean
On
that
type
of
time
You
understand
me?
Rich
nigga,
rich
life,
you
understand
me?
Come
from
the
bottom,
but
we
come
from
the
bottom
(rich
life)
But
we
understand
the
bottom
'cause
we
come
from
it
And
we
live
with
it
(you
understand?)
Go
to
our
grave
'bout
this
here,
boy
(yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
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