Feeling like Drake, feeling like Drake
Get out my way, get out my way
Feeling like Drago, sucker want beef?
Turn him to a taco
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a grave
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a grave
Cop your girl, I make the first move
Do her like Han when I pursue
Make her wet, I'ma soup her
Man, I got the pull to make the Earth move
Gravitational, sensational
I'm looking good in her future
Go to the past, let her recast
I bet that she wouldn't choose ya
Feeling like Drake, feeling like Drake
Get out my way, get out my way
Feeling like Drago, sucker want beef?
Turn him to a taco
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a grave
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a grave
Ass black as a cup of Joe
Want fat stacks and a couple woahs
No fame without a couple foes
And bunch of white and a couple noses
Plastic dreams, the smell of Hollywood
Driven by id, no superego
Pull a Magneto? I prolly should
Does that mean that I get back with my X?
A villain to the rest, I'm just a meddling threat?
Do I sit back idle watching all these humans
Kill our students pursuing what it means for them to be mutant?
Do I start a movement? Let my reputation be truant
While I fuse my potential and ability to congruence?
I love head but am I getting too heady?
Am I preaching too hard before my spirit is ready?
Can I motivate others when I'm filled with self doubt?
Surrounded by self suckers slobbing for self clout?
I don't protect pharaohs, I'm not Horus
Modern day rulers, bring it back to the chorus
Feeling like Drake, feeling like Drake
Get out my way, get out my way
Feeling like Drago, sucker want beef?
Turn him to a taco
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a grave
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a grave
Feeling like Drake, feeling like Drake
Get out my way, get out my way
Feeling like Drago, sucker want beef?
Turn him to a taco
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a grave
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a
Chaim - Grave Lyrics
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Feeling like Drake, feeling like Drake
Get out my way, get out my way
Feeling like Drago, sucker want beef?
Turn him to a taco
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a grave
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a grave
Cop your girl, I make the first move
Do her like Han when I pursue
Make her wet, I'ma soup her
Man, I got the pull to make the Earth move
Gravitational, sensational
I'm looking good in her future
Go to the past, let her recast
I bet that she wouldn't choose ya
Feeling like Drake, feeling like Drake
Get out my way, get out my way
Feeling like Drago, sucker want beef?
Turn him to a taco
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a grave
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a grave
Ass black as a cup of Joe
Want fat stacks and a couple woahs
No fame without a couple foes
And bunch of white and a couple noses
Plastic dreams, the smell of Hollywood
Driven by id, no superego
Pull a Magneto? I prolly should
Does that mean that I get back with my X?
A villain to the rest, I'm just a meddling threat?
Do I sit back idle watching all these humans
Kill our students pursuing what it means for them to be mutant?
Do I start a movement? Let my reputation be truant
While I fuse my potential and ability to congruence?
I love head but am I getting too heady?
Am I preaching too hard before my spirit is ready?
Can I motivate others when I'm filled with self doubt?
Surrounded by self suckers slobbing for self clout?
I don't protect pharaohs, I'm not Horus
Modern day rulers, bring it back to the chorus
Feeling like Drake, feeling like Drake
Get out my way, get out my way
Feeling like Drago, sucker want beef?
Turn him to a taco
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a grave
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a grave
Feeling like Drake, feeling like Drake
Get out my way, get out my way
Feeling like Drago, sucker want beef?
Turn him to a taco
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a grave
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a
Get out my way, get out my way
Feeling like Drago, sucker want beef?
Turn him to a taco
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a grave
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a grave
Cop your girl, I make the first move
Do her like Han when I pursue
Make her wet, I'ma soup her
Man, I got the pull to make the Earth move
Gravitational, sensational
I'm looking good in her future
Go to the past, let her recast
I bet that she wouldn't choose ya
Feeling like Drake, feeling like Drake
Get out my way, get out my way
Feeling like Drago, sucker want beef?
Turn him to a taco
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a grave
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a grave
Ass black as a cup of Joe
Want fat stacks and a couple woahs
No fame without a couple foes
And bunch of white and a couple noses
Plastic dreams, the smell of Hollywood
Driven by id, no superego
Pull a Magneto? I prolly should
Does that mean that I get back with my X?
A villain to the rest, I'm just a meddling threat?
Do I sit back idle watching all these humans
Kill our students pursuing what it means for them to be mutant?
Do I start a movement? Let my reputation be truant
While I fuse my potential and ability to congruence?
I love head but am I getting too heady?
Am I preaching too hard before my spirit is ready?
Can I motivate others when I'm filled with self doubt?
Surrounded by self suckers slobbing for self clout?
I don't protect pharaohs, I'm not Horus
Modern day rulers, bring it back to the chorus
Feeling like Drake, feeling like Drake
Get out my way, get out my way
Feeling like Drago, sucker want beef?
Turn him to a taco
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a grave
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a grave
Feeling like Drake, feeling like Drake
Get out my way, get out my way
Feeling like Drago, sucker want beef?
Turn him to a taco
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a grave
If he dies, then he dies
Put em in a grave, put em in a
Writer: Elisha Hinton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid