Virginia Beach Lyrics

[Intro: Drake & Frank Ocean] 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 [Chorus: Drake] Lean in, lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin' That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin' I move mountains for you, fuck that social climbin' Lean into me, lean into me Yeah, lean in, lean into me [Verse 1: Drake] Pussy, 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 nigga 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 You might also like Say Don’t Go (Taylor’s Version) [From the Vault] Taylor Swift “Slut!” (Taylor’s Version) [From the Vault] Taylor Swift Now That We Don’t Talk (Taylor’s Version) [From the Vault] Taylor Swift [Chorus: Drake] Lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin' That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin' I move mountains for you, fuck that social climbin' Lean into me, lean into me Lean in, lean into me [Break: Drake] Yeah, yeah Yeah Grr, grr Yeah [Verse 2: Drake] 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 ass 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 [Outro: Frank Ocean] I bet our mother would be proud of you, ooh (Mother would be proud)