I needed to hear that shit, I hate when you're submissive

(Verse 1: Drake)

I needed to hear that shit, I hate when you're submissive

Passive aggressive when we're texting, I feel the distance

I look around the peers that surround me, these niggas tripping

I like when money makes a difference but don't make you different

Started realizing a couple places I can take it

I want to get back to when I was that kid in the basement

I want to take it deeper than money, pussy, vacation

And influence a generation that's lacking in patience

I've been dealing with my dad, speaking a lack of patience

Just me and my old man getting back to basics

We've been talking 'bout the future and time that we wasted

When he put that bottle down, girl that nigga's amazing

Well, fu*kit, we had a couple Coronas

We might have rolled a white paper, just something to hold us

We even talked about you and our couple of moments

He said we should hash it out like a couple of grown ups

You a flower child, beautiful child, I'm in your zone

Looking like you came from the 70's on your own

My mother is 66 and her favorite line to hit me with is

Who the fu*kwants to be 70 and alone?

Y'all don't even know what you want from love anymore

I search for something I'm missing and disappear when I'm bored

But girl, what qualities was I looking for before?

Who you settling for? Who better for you than the boy, hah?

Thinkin' about Texas back when Porsche used to work at Treasures

Or further back then that, before I had the Houston leverage

When I got Summer a Michael Kors with my momma's debit

A weak attempt at flexing, I'll never forget it

Cause that night I played her three songs

Then we talked about something we disagreed on

Then she started telling me how I'll never be as big as Trey Songz

Boy was she wrong, that was just negative energy for

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