Drake - Middle of the Ocean lyrics

Yeah i'm in the Missoni room at the Byblos
The boat was rockin' too much
On some Aaliyah shit for real
We goin' from the Vava to Cinquante-Cinq
Then back to the Vava
If you know, you know, baby, I don't
I don't know what to tell you yeah
Ayy

Look long way from Sette Mezzo
Meet Tommaso and Ernesto
Short rigatoni with the pesto
These verses are my manifesto
Hallways got an echo
Me and Smiggz on the loose in the city
You know how the rest go
Casual sex, I'm like, "Fuck a dress code"
The first martini is an espresso
Chill shot glasses with prosecco
Niggas so ignorant in our hood, they bе like
"Why the fuck you makin' techno?"


I'm worldwidе and this is just
Another cargo jet flow, i had to let go
Life insurance policies
You niggas 'bout to need the gecko
I got some meaner threats, though
Me, Spider-Man, and Leonardo
I'm back tomorrow
I had the chopper to a wedding
Out in Monaco or Monte Carlo
I'm losin' track of where we all go
I wouldn't trade my life for none of y'alls
It's an embargo fifty-nine bags on the 767
This is heavy cargo yeah
Fifty-nine bags on the, ayy
Swedish jail cell smellin' like
Some Carby Musk for your birthday
Your boyfriend got a party bus
Bottle signs, club lines
Should've come with us
We left that shit in '09
When we was comin' up
I mean, these just my suggestions of course
EmRata here fresh off divorce
And I'm tryna look in her eyes
Maybe express my remorse
If she want a rebound with me
I'm down to go get her some boards
I'm here for the moral support
Whippin' the Vespa off of six tequilas
Big Benjamins like the Pittsburgh Steelers
Drake, you got it
Robert Kraft sent the jet for us
That shit was patriotic
You would think we live in Baltimore
The way they ravin' 'bout the latest product
Teachin' niggas how to mind they business
And my latest stuff
Might be the only teacher
That gets paid enough
That's why I'm in Hyde Park
Buyin' like half of Harrods
You niggas are too concerned with makin' sure
Y'all outfit's gon' match in Paris
If we don't like you
You payin' tax and tariffs
Come to the 6 and I'm
Like the actin' sheriff, deputy
First got to America
Niggas wouldn't check for me
No chance the kid'll make
It here like vasectomy
They underestimated my trajectory
But now they gotta pay that shit direct to me
I send the label bills, bills, bills like the
Other two women standing next to Bey
That shit was just
Independent women is lovin'
The new appearance
Matter of time before I go net
A Bey like a Paris like, "Honey
You gotta know that I never wore Mike
Amiris or never hopped in a Urus"
I got my head in the clouds, I'm serious
The lyrics begin to reveal
Themselves over time periods
Promise you'll get that shit
When the sky clears
This shit designed for divine ears
My favorite two words from you white boys is
"Sign here"
And then comes the sound of glass
Clinkin' from a wine cheers
Swear I'm pocket checkin' y'all
For five years and then we 'bout to kick
This shit in high gear
Eight karats like vegetarians, nigga
The earrings are droopy
Contract Lord of the Rings
Think it's a script for the movie
Shout out TVGUCCI, my cousin is spooky
I swear you don't even mean what y'all
Say like y'all dubbin' a movie
Sidebar, Serena, your husband a groupie
He claim we don't got a problem but
No, boo, it is like you comin' for sushi
We might pop up on 'em at will like Suzuki
Kawasaki, sushi, saké
The money grow on trees like shiitake
They tried to get spicy with me
So I wonder how they gon' stop me
I'm really on a roll like hamachi
The fuck would y'all really do without me?
For your birthday
Your man got a table at Hibachi
Last time I ate there
Wayne was doin' numbers off
The cup like Yahtzee
And Paris Hilton was steady
Duckin' the paparazzi
Quavo might've sent me a song
That he called "Versace"
I really can't remember it properly
All I know is that God got me
I'm sittin' on large properties
Treat me like a newborn
Lucian not droppin' me i'm goin' Pink Floyd
You niggas cannot rock with me
She could be givin' me head and
Somehow you not toppin' me
Niggas see the 6ix God pass
They high-fivin' me
Need to be high-sixin' me
Swear niggas highkey sick of me
They wifey on my head
'cause I vibe differently
Feel like an AMBER Alert the way that I can
Take her to the mall and she find Tiffany
I'm like a cup holder the way
That these dimes stick to me
They should've been in the fountain based
On what y'all wishin' me

Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah
Million dollar spot (Brr, brr)
That's how motherfuckers in CMB play it
Middle of the ocean (Blatt)
Just like that (Shine, shine)
All dark fresh green water land that thing
With 'bout a hundred hoes
We up and we livin' like that, boy
Fresh fly fish like, you understand me, like
Real G shit
You hear me? A neighborhood superstar
It's bigger than anything
You know, we start from the bottom
Then we come to the top
Get to the top and we stay up there
You hear me? (Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball)
We look down and we'll be down
But we stayin' up
And we rise up, we stay on 'em, you heard me?
(Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball)
Big Florida water, big water ocean
On that type of time you understand me?
Rich nigga, rich life, you understand me?
Come from the bottom
But we come from the bottom (Rich life)
But we understand the bottom 'cause
We come from it
And we live with it (You understand?)
Go to our grave 'bout this here, boy
(yeah, yeah, yeah)