Letras:
Whatever It Takes Chris Drives Me Home

the same sad face No sleep for me No sleep for me Mourning everyday And I find it Yeah I find it So hard To move on to better things You find it So

it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it

find now-a-days it's just best to keep quiet But uh, sometimes you jus gotta let it out Young angel and young ryan You know what it is, uh [Drake:] Look

ain't going back home Whatever you say, but whatever you play gotta be done in style Party at my place, of course she wasn't girl, You ain't taking my

gotta let it out Young Angel and Young Lion You know what it is [Drake] Ughh Look I'm the property of October I ain't drive here I got chauffeured

treat it like home It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it

? She makes me wanna scream. On the phone with the West Glen Ellen rest home Talking up a tattle tome: How bad does she seem? She makes me wanna scream

I find now-a-days it's just best to keep quiet But uh, sometimes you jus gotta let it out Young angel and young ryan You know what it is, uh [Drake:]

it's all you need too girl Checking a route, she had to put her swag on Acting too happy saying she ain't going back home Whatever you say, but whatever