Closer To My Dreams

[Intro: Drake talking]

Mr. Big Dreams no tolerant

Cut you at the house of ? since

Get bored quickly

He stay blowed

So the p-a-trón 'bout to get poured quickly

Ex girl strippin, I can't stop her

New girl trippin but I can't drop her

Cuz I need somethin to balance out the fact

That it's hard to find a woman when you're talented and black

When you hollerin at labels

And they silencing you back

Cuz you fail to thoroughly discuss a violence on ya track

Well, gunshots for the young yacht owner

Seen as everybody else, seen as one top loner

First place is often the worst place

But fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace

Whenever I walk in they makin the worst face

Surrounded by Phillipinos I think is the worst case

? green diamonds I call it the earth days

I get in ya cake I tell u how your dessert taste

I get a dessert plate, yall eat pedigree as a meal

I been Urkel for some years

It's better being Jaleel

Though I rock, lean, snap

It's better bein as real

It's better drivin a car with the letter B in the wheel

Seat back, light sayin Tank on E

I got the drank on me

You can bank on me

To be the one and only nigga dat you ain' gon see

In the club wit da models spillin drinks on me

Nawh, gimme 20 and a tank on three

I'm in the Range bumpin Keyshia Cole singin off-key like (wuhhh)

And I'ma spare yall, why you wanna judge me?

I don't neva compare yall

The city is mine

I know it cuz I'm there yall

It ain't even started I'm really tryna prepare yall

Drake '07, second quarter I'm droppin

Do it without a label, man I'm committed and poppin

Take ova da summer, tour to tour hoppin

I'ma meet a lot a women, I'ma do a lot of shoppin

Really no other option

Spend a lot a money just to make it back

Anybody I diss in a song I don't take it back

Same rappers that's all in your face sayin Drake is whack

But checkin my availability just to make a track

Uh, I promise momma, I'ma do it cuz I kno I put you through it

I know I put you through it baby

And I just want you to sit around wit ya friends at a dinner table

And say my baby's famous and i knew it

And it wasn't nuttin to it

I've drew ? til da pen run out of fluid

[Outro: Drake talking]