Artist: Drake Album: Thank Me Later (UK)/iTunes single (US) * Song: 9AM in Dallas Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com * UK iTunes bonus track; also released as a single in the US [Drake] Yeah, uhh... yeah These are my one St. Thomas flows; me, my niggaz and some Madonna hoes They look just like +Virgins+ but trust they down to go Yeah, discussin life and all our common goals Smart kids that smoke weed, honor roll Look how the champagne diamonds glow Fine dinin, pour another glass when the wine is low I'm in the crib stackin money from here to the ceilin Whatever it is I got it's clearly appealin These other rappers gettin at inferior feelin I hope you feel it in your soul, spiritual healin Take a look at yourself, the mirror's revealin If ya ain't got it, ya ain't got it, the theory is brilliant People ask how music is goin, I heard it pays I just came off makin 2 million in thirty days Damn, I guess it does what the message was Sometimes I feel I be spendin my money just because With Weezy I'm just out here reppin us 'til I get to shake the hand of the man that's blessin us Yeah, I know these niggaz miss the mean lyrics Kush got the room smellin like teen spirit I'd ask kindly if no one out here would bring their feet up Until I lose for now I'm the game's single leader I fly private so no one tells me to bring my seat up And book a suite where me and your favorite singer meet up Who ya like? Tell me who it is I'ma make sure that that woman is the next one on my list I should call it a night but fuck it I can't resist This one is for all the niggaz from my city tryin to diss Without a response from me you really fail to exist And I love to see you fail, that feelin there is the shit I swear, ahh, pussy nigga get your bread up Enjoy the seat that the stewardess just forced yo' ass to let up Why yo' scary ass lookin down? Pick ya head up No one told you your disguise is the most ridiculous get-up With nose plugs in now I can smell a setup So you just wastin your time, you only makin me better Yeah, I try to tell 'em don't judge me because you heard stuff Chase N. Cashe, that's my brother from the Surf Club Damn, that nigga always kept it so hood Back when we would smoke good at the oak woods And have girls fall through like coins in a couch Now we just fuckin all the bitches they warned us about Scared for the first time, everything has clicked What if I don't really do the numbers they predict? Considerin the fact that I'm the one that they just picked to write a chapter in history, this shit has got me sick But if I really do it don't expect to get a split Cause this truly is some shit I don't expect for y'all to get I'm nervous but I'ma kill it cause they 'bout to let the realest team in Throwin up in the huddle nigga, Willie Beamen We're still throwin touchdown passes In tortoise frame glasses hopin that someone catch it People say, "That old Drake, we started to miss it" But they need to be a little more specific Man is this what y'all want? In my best Chris Tucker impression Duckin your questions, fuck your suggestions Money gets all of my love and affection Cars all black like the cover of Essence I'm allergic to comin in second But I never sneeze, Y.M.O.E. nigga yeah Uhh, uhh, yeah, this what y'all want? Ha ha October's Very Own, Young Money, ATF "Thank Me Later" in this bitch, what's uuuuup? Hahaha, yeah, uhh Free Weezy in this bitch, what's uuuuup? Ha ha, yeah June 15th in this bitch, what's uuuuup? Noel, that's it, AH!