Life Is Good

Drake

{start_of_verse:Nakarat}
Gm
   Workin' on the weekend like usual
Dm/F
   Way off in the deep end like usual
Cm                                           Dm/A
   Niggas swear they passed us, they doin' too much
                                       Gm
   Haven't done my taxes, I'm too turnt up
                                           Dm/F
   Virgil got that Patek on my wrist goin' nuts
                                            Cm
   Niggas caught me slippin' once, okay, so what?
                                                     Dm/A
   Someone hit your block up, I'd tell you if it was us
                                          Gm
   Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush
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Gm                                             Dm/F
   Say my days are numbered, but I keep wakin' up
                                           Cm
   Know you see my texts, baby, please say some
                                             Dm/A
   Wine by the glass, your man a cheapskate, huh?
                                         Gm
   Niggas gotta move off my release day, huh?
                            Dm/F
   Bitch, this is fame, not clout
                                                   Cm
   I don't even know what that's about, watch your mouth
                                        Dm/A
   Baby got a ego twice the size of the crib
                                            Gm
   I can never tell her shit, it is what it is (What)
                                     Dm/F
   Said what I had to and did what I did (Ayy)
                                     Cm
   Never turn my back on FBG, God forbid
                                                Dm/A
   Virgil got the Patek on my wrist doin' front flips
                                                Gm
   Givin' you my number, but don't hit me on no dumb shit
{start_of_verse:Nakarat}
Gm
   Workin' on the weekend like usual
Dm/F
   Way off in the deep end like usual (Like usual)
Cm                                             Dm/A
   Niggas swear they passed us, they doin' too much
                                        Gm
   Haven't done my taxes, I'm too turnt up
                                           Dm/F
   Virgil got that Patek on my wrist goin' nuts
                                            Cm
   Niggas caught me slippin' once, okay, so what?
                                                     Dm/A
   Someone hit your block up, I'd tell you if it was us
 
   Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush
{end_of_verse}