Away From Home Lyrics – Drake

Away From Home Lyrics by Drake is a newly released English song produced by BNYX®, SADPONY, Justin Raisen, Fluxury, Lucas Levine & Lil Yachty. The latest song Away From Home Lyrics is written by Drake, BNYX®, SADPONY, Justin Raisen, Fluxury, Lucas Levine & Lil Yachty. The music video was published on October 6, 2023.

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Away From Home Lyrics

(I-I-I—)
Ayy, what?
It’s so, is it real?
Yeah, ayy

Give a fuck if they remember
I was in the cold, windows froze
I was sleeping in the whip tryna get a fucking grip
I remember
Didn’t have no hoes tryna go
All these rappers lil’ broed me, fuck, fuck
Fuck ’em, I remember
Way before they had a fucking DM
I was whipping in the Ac’ like that shit was European
I remember
I remember driving Holland Tunnel for a label meeting
Thinking ’bout more cake than a funnel
I remember
Now these niggas don’t remember
I know Neeks remember, I know Jay remember
Chubbs’ll make them boys remember
Dead broke, splitting pennies with my members
Fuck a spread, we was splitting chicken tenders (I-I-I—)
‘Member I was sleeping in the basement
Watching Tigger in the basement
I was tryna get a placement
I remember
Days in the East with the bros
Watching Tristan and Devoe while they running up the score
I remember
TT was headed to the league
I was sleeping up at Metalworks tryna plant a seed
I remember
Rolling through the city, getting beats
Always peeping out the streets ’cause I was beefing with the bleeks
I remember
I was tryna get a portion, tryna make a fortune
B-Town with Candy, I’m tryna be her boyfriend
3 AM at Y2, running off endorphins
Start adopting my brothers’ beefs like a orphan
I was still on Rose when it’s pouring and storming
This shit is not rewarding, I do not feel important
I wanna see some scratch from the shit that I’m recording
In Memphis smoking Blacks, tryna act like I enjoy them (I-I-I—)
Maurice François Girbaud what I’m sporting
And Mos Def gave me like a rap for performing
Crib I got now make me think of when I had to put some money on a mortgage

This don’t feel like home anymore
It’s just wall, doors, and floors
That only I can afford
Remember when it used to mean more, mean more
I got money in the top drawer
That ain’t much, but we not poor
You’re mine and I’m yours
Like a broke couple, we don’t wanna court, for sure

I remember pulling up at TAO, seeing Quincy Jones
Nigga talking to me like he proud
I remember
I remember Mike designed the owl
Then he sued the fucking guys, and he ducking until now
I remember (I-I-I—)
‘Member Reesie staying at the house
Then she left me for my dawg like she never took the vow
I remember
My cousin Ryan fronted me a pound and I couldn’t even flip it
Had to bring it back around
I remember
I remember printing up our T-shirts with Kyle
We in love with the same girl, beefing like a cow
I would pick them shits up, nigga wouldn’t even smile
Nigga better crack a smile ‘fore we do a nigga foul
To keep it real, I wasn’t really gangster ’til now
I was living on a cloud, I was quiet as a mouse
I was in the club getting lost in the crowd
Wasn’t doing what I wanted to, I do what was allowed
I remember fighting over Monica with Jason
I remember only knowing Andre and Jason
I remember buying all the iceberg from Jason
That’s three different Jasons, my life like The Matrix (I-I-I—)
Even got on 106 & Park with Replacement
My mama was my manager, my uncle was my agent
Dr. Dre’ll send a nigga home, that took patience
Four GRAMMY’s to my name, a hundred nominations
Esperanza Spalding was getting all the praises
I’m tryna keep it humble, I’m tryna keep it gracious
Who give a fuck Michelle Obama put you on her playlist?
Then we never hear from you again like you was taken
Who the CEO of Universal? They mistaken
‘Cause Google saying Lucian, but that just doesn’t make sense
Who filling up the piggy bank? Who bringing home the bacon?
This shit don’t come on vinyl, I’m still record-breaking
How could I forget? How could I forget?
I was on a Greyhound way before the jet
Buffalo, New York was like the furthest I could get
At the Walden Galleria tryna make the money stretch (I-I-I—)
Student Price Card and a Yorkdale connect
Whole time, Courtne Smith was keeping me in check
Try and find an inch of the city I ain’t stepped in
If it’s war, I’ll lay my life down for the set then

Yeah!
And I put that shit on Mads and that nigga was my best friend
Yeah
And I put that shit on Johnny Bling, that nigga was my best friend
Right
And I put that shit on Richard, that nigga was my best friend
Ayy, yeah
Broke his right hand, still took a fight with his left hand
I remember
I remember
Yeah!
I-I—

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