Drake Connect

"There's three balls and a strike Here's the pitch It's belted deep to center Revere goes back, jumps at the wall, and it's gone!" Yeah, isn't it amazing How you talk all this shit and we still lack communication? How beautiful our kids would be, girl, I don't need convincing How every conversation starts with, "This time will be different" Oh, oh, the idea is fun Oh, the idea is fun Oh, the idea is so fun every time At least we try for home run every time Swanging, eyes closed, just swanging Same city, same friends, if you're looking for me Same city, same friends, if you're looking I'll be here, just swanging Don't talk to me like I'm famous And don't assume, 'cause I don't respect assumptions, babe I'm just tryna connect with somethin', babe Yeah, swanging Ayy She just wanna run around the city And make memories that she can barely remember And I'd allow her Talk about pussy power (Yeah) She just wanna run over my feelings Like she drinking and driving in a eighteen-wheeler And I'd allow her Talk about pussy power She used to say, "You can be whoever you want, even yourself" Yeah, I show up knowin' exactly who I was And never leave as myself But when it falls apart, I'm always still down To pick a million tiny little pieces off the ground Wish you would learn to love people and use things And not the other way around Swanging, eyes closed, just swanging Same city, same friends if you're looking for me Same city, same friends if you're looking I'll be here, just swanging (Ayy) Don't talk to me like I'm famous (Ayy) And don't assume 'cause I don't respect assumptions, bae I'm just tryna connect with somethin', baby I'll be here, just swanging (Ayy, ayy) I remember when my schedule was as flexible as she is She call and tell me be here before the sun up I be dressed before we hung up I take Eglinton to 401 East And exit at Markham Road in the East End Where all the pretty girls are sleeping My license been expired, I renew it after the weekend Fuck, I know I said that shit the last seven weekends Girl, I guess procrastination is my weakness I hate stoppin' for gas this late 'Cause there's niggas creeping and not like how we're creepin' Summer is comin', know you could feel it Twenty on pump, whatever, I ain't got enough to fill it Won't knock on your door My uncle say, "You drive my whip like it's yours" I got the pedal to the floor I'm on my motherfuckin' way, swangin' Don't fall asleep on me, hang in there I'll be there, just swangin' I'll be there, just swangin' I treat you good, girl, like you're famous I know I'm late, it's always the same shit But don't fall asleep on me, hang in there I'm on the road right now, swanging, girl