![Drake – Furthest Thing](/i/img/songs/256/3152.webp)
Drake Furthest Thing
Somewhere between psychotic and iconic Somewhere between I want it and I got it Somewhere between I'm sober and I'm lifted Somewhere between a mistress and commitment But I stay down, girl, I always stay down Get down, never lay down Promise to break everybody off before I break down Everyone just wait now, so much on my plate now People I believed in, they don't even show they face now What they got to say now? Nothin' they can say now Nothin' really changed but still they look at me a way now What more can I say now? What more can I say now? You might feel like nothin' was the same I still been drinkin' on the low, mobbin' on the low Fuckin' on the low, smokin' on the low I still been plottin' on the low, schemin' on the low The furthest thing from perfect, like everyone I know I just been drinkin' on the low, mobbin' on the low Fuckin' on the low, smokin' on the low I just been plottin' on the low, schemin' on the low The furthest thing from perfect, like everyone I know And I hate that you don't think I belong to ya Just too busy runnin' shit to run home to ya You know that paper my passion Bittersweet celebrations, I know I can't change what happened I can't help it, I can't help it, I was young and I was selfish I made every woman feel like she was mine and no one else's And now you hate me, stop pretendin', stop that frontin', I can't take it Girl, don't treat me like a stranger, girl, you know I seen you naked Girl, you know that I remember, don't be a pretender Gettin' high at the condo, that's when it all comes together You know I stay reminiscing and make-up sex is tradition But you been missin', girl, and you might feel like nothin' was the same I still been drinkin' on the low, mobbin' on the low Fuckin' on the low, smokin' on the low I still been plottin' on the low, schemin' on the low The furthest thing from perfect, like everyone I know I just been drinkin' on the low, mobbin' on the low Fuckin' on the low, smokin' on the low I just been plottin' on the low, schemin' on the low The furthest thing from perfect, like everyone I know Drinkin', smokin', fuckin', plottin' Schemin', plottin', schemin', gettin' money Drinkin', fuckin', smokin', plottin' Schemin', plottin', schemin', gettin' money Uh, this the life for me My momma told me this was right for me I got 'em worried, like make sure you save a slice for me I should have Spoons serve you up with a fork and knife for me Your actions make us doubt you Your lack of effort got me rappin' different This the shit I wanna go out to Play this shit at my funeral if they catch me slippin' Naked women swimmin', that's just how I'm livin' Donate a million to some children, that's just how I'm feelin' A nigga fillin' up arenas, who the fuck could see us? I had to Derrick Rose the knee up before I got the re-up Yours truly, the boy I just build and build more, y'all niggas build to destroy Y'all niggas party too much, man, I just chill and record No filler, you feel it now if you ain't feel it before Yes, Lord, this the shit I wanna go out to Yeah, yeah, this the shit I wanna go out to
Between sober and high, between single and locked down, between singing and rapping – this number finds Drake finding the spaces in the middle. This song seems to be about being unfaithful. He says he’s too busy to come home to her but when he’s not home he’s been drinking, mobbing, smoking, fucking, and scheming behind her back. His reasoning for doing these things is because he is the furthest thing from perfect like everyone is.