Drake – Tuscan Leather

Tuscan Leather is another hypnotizing hip-hop and rap song composed by an exceptionally talented rapper and songwriter, Drake.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Nothing Was the Same (Deluxe)” was officially released on 1 January 2013.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

Yeah

Alright, yeah

Comin’ off the last record

I’m gettin’ twenty million off the record

Just to off these records, nigga, that’s a record

I’m livin’ like I’m out here on my last adventure

Past the present when you have to mention

This is nothin’ for the radio, but they’ll still play it though

‘Cause it’s that new Drizzy Drake, that’s just the way it go

Heavy airplay all day with no chorus

We keep it thorough, nigga

Rap like this for all of my borough niggas

I reached the point where don’t shit matter to me, nigga

I reached heights that Dwight Howard couldn’t reach, nigga

Prince Akeem, they throw flowers at my feet, nigga

I could go a hour on this beat, nigga

Yeah, I’m just as famous as my mentor

But that’s still the boss, don’t get sent for

Get hype on tracks and jump in front of a bullet you wasn’t meant for

‘Cause you don’t really wanna hear me vent more

Hot temper, scary outcome

Here’s a reason for niggas that’s hatin’ without one

That always let they mouth run

Bench players talkin’ like starters, I hate it

Started from the bottom, now we here, nigga, we made it

Yeah, Tom Ford Tuscan Leather smellin’ like a brick

Degenerates, but even Ellen love our shit

Rich enough that I don’t have to tell ’em that I’m rich

Self-explanatory, you just here to spread the story

Wassup?

Sittin’ Gucci Row like they say up at UNLV

Young rebel, Young Money, nothin’ you could tell me

Paperwork takin’ too long, maybe they don’t understand me

I’ll compromise if I have to, I gotta stay with the family

Not even talkin’ to Nicki, communication is breakin’

I dropped the ball on some personal shit, I need to embrace it

I’m honest, I make mistakes, I’d be the second to admit it

Think that’s why I need her in my life, to check me when I’m trippin’

On a mission, tryna shift the culture

Tell me who dissin’, I got some things that’ll hit the culprit

Them strep throat flows, them shits to stop all of the talkin’

All of the talkin’, got one reply for all of your comments

Fuck what you think, I’m too busy, that’s why you leave a message

Born a perfectionist, guess that makes me a bit obsessive

That shit I heard from you lately really relieved some pressure

Like ayy, B, I got your CD, you get an E for effort

I piece letters together and get to talkin’ reckless

Owl chains like credentials, you know you see the necklace

My life’s a completed checklist

I’m tired of hearin’ ’bout who you checkin’ for now

Just give it time, we’ll see who’s still around a decade from now

That’s real

How much time is this nigga spendin’ on the intro?

Lately I’ve been feelin’ like Guy Pearce in Memento

I just set the bar, niggas fall under it like a limbo

The family all that matters, I’m just out here with my kinfolk

Off everything my pen wrote, we went from Bundy to Winslow

This for shorty up on Glengrove who love when I catch my tempo

I sip the Pora and listen to Cappadonna (Talk to ’em)

The fresh prince, just had dinner with Tatyana, no lie

All these nineties fantasies on my mind

The difference is that with mine, they all come true in due time

I might come through without security to check if you’re fine

That’s just me on my solo like “Fuck it”, like “YOLO”

Wanted to tell you, “Accept yourself”

You don’t have to prove shit to no one except yourself

And if you end up needin’ some extra help, then I could help

You know, back on your feet and shit

Tryna get my karma up, fuck the guilty and greedy shit

How much time is this nigga spendin’ on the intro?

How this nigga workin’ like he got a fuckin’ twin though?

Life is soundin’ crazy, 40 on Martin Scorsese

And I wouldn’t change a thing if you paid me

Now real nigga, wassup?

Ayy, yeah, ayy

How much time is this nigga spendin’ on the intro?

If there’s hell below, I’ll see you when you get there

Are you enjoyin’ yourselves?

If we may, we would just like to close off with somethin’ a bit inspirational

Hopefully something a bit relevant as to us all are having the same fears, shedding similar tears, and of course dying in so many years

It don’t mean that we can’t have a good life

So we’d like to just maybe close out with something, some food for thought, for all of us