Virginia Beach
I bet your mother would be proud of you, ooh (you, you, you, oh)
I bet our mother would be proud of you, oh
I know what you say
You say I coulda treated you better or whatever, but I don't know
I think I did alright, know what I'm sayin'?
And you know how you get
Drawin' conclusions like you got a Parsons degree or somethin'
I coulda treated you better, that's crazy
Nope!
Lean in, lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'
That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'
I move mountains for you, - social climbin'
Lean into me, lean into me
Yeah, lean in, lean into me
- It makin' me tweak, ended up stayin' a week
She pretty but ghetto, pretty but rough, just like Virginia Beach
I wanna get back to the days that you loved me for nothin' but what you could see
You bust down the Jubilee, I swapped it and made you go factory, wait
You put some pain in me, I wanna get back to the major league
She wanna grab on the throttle, I wanna get back in the driver's seat
That - spent his last check on your car, and you got it and drove it to me
Asked me if I coulda treated you better, but no
Lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'
That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'
I move mountains for you, - social climbin'
Lean into me, lean into me
Lean in, lean into me
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Grr, grr
Yeah
Our texts feelin' like a fencin' match, your temper shorter, and I'm sensin' that
You keep talkin' 'bout some, "Period," but where you 'bout to end the sentence at?
'Cause you been goin' off on my ass, then I tell your - where I'm at
And you act like I'm not supposed to mention that
I introduce you to my friends' girlfriends, you ain't interested in makin' friends
Talkin' 'bout you wanna cook for a - in the kitchen, can you make amends?
Least we know you got the cakes on you, girl, you should prolly stick to bakin' then
Birkin is croc like the rubber shoe, I swear that I'm not tryna smother you
I got to know a whole other you, but let's not forget how I discovered you
We ain't even gotta mention that, any - try and trouble you
He gon' find out that it's on-site like W-W-W
On site like dot com, put a baby in you, you a hot mom
Yeah, ask me if I coulda treated you better, but no
Not at all, not at all
I bet our mother would be proud of you, ooh (mother would be proud)
I bet our mother would be proud of you, oh
I know what you say
You say I coulda treated you better or whatever, but I don't know
I think I did alright, know what I'm sayin'?
And you know how you get
Drawin' conclusions like you got a Parsons degree or somethin'
I coulda treated you better, that's crazy
Nope!
Lean in, lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'
That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'
I move mountains for you, - social climbin'
Lean into me, lean into me
Yeah, lean in, lean into me
- It makin' me tweak, ended up stayin' a week
She pretty but ghetto, pretty but rough, just like Virginia Beach
I wanna get back to the days that you loved me for nothin' but what you could see
You bust down the Jubilee, I swapped it and made you go factory, wait
You put some pain in me, I wanna get back to the major league
She wanna grab on the throttle, I wanna get back in the driver's seat
That - spent his last check on your car, and you got it and drove it to me
Asked me if I coulda treated you better, but no
Lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'
That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'
I move mountains for you, - social climbin'
Lean into me, lean into me
Lean in, lean into me
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Grr, grr
Yeah
Our texts feelin' like a fencin' match, your temper shorter, and I'm sensin' that
You keep talkin' 'bout some, "Period," but where you 'bout to end the sentence at?
'Cause you been goin' off on my ass, then I tell your - where I'm at
And you act like I'm not supposed to mention that
I introduce you to my friends' girlfriends, you ain't interested in makin' friends
Talkin' 'bout you wanna cook for a - in the kitchen, can you make amends?
Least we know you got the cakes on you, girl, you should prolly stick to bakin' then
Birkin is croc like the rubber shoe, I swear that I'm not tryna smother you
I got to know a whole other you, but let's not forget how I discovered you
We ain't even gotta mention that, any - try and trouble you
He gon' find out that it's on-site like W-W-W
On site like dot com, put a baby in you, you a hot mom
Yeah, ask me if I coulda treated you better, but no
Not at all, not at all
I bet our mother would be proud of you, ooh (mother would be proud)
Credits
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, James Ryan Wuihun Ho, Noah James Shebib, Harley Arsenault, Christopher Ryan Breaux
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