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Arkells

Genres: Rock

Drake's Dad Lyrics - Arkells

We were rolling down Beale street 

In the Tennessee summer heat 

I can't say it's the land of free 

But I'll tell ya, the booze runs cheap 

And there we met Drake's dad 

Told him we came from Hamilton 

He said he knew a Canadian girl 

Who had a thing for Americans 

And all the girls back home will tell you 

Some grown ass men acting like boys 

 

There's some Peter Pan shit we're tryna work out 

But when Sunday comes around, will you dig us on out? 

So we can be in your arms again 

Let me be in your arms again 

 

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Because I hold you (so high) 

Well let me hold you (so tight) 

So won't you hold up (that light) 

So I can come home to find you? 

Yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah 

 

We took the 40 down to Nashville 

We started getting a bit irrational 

The place was asking had questions 

For a bunch of bachelors 

So we stumbled down Broadway 

Everybody getting sloppy 

We met some girls getting married 

But they came here to party 

And no one knows how we made it back to the hotel 

Adam took off his pants again, yes he did 

 

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There's some Peter Pan shit we're tryna work out 

But when Sunday comes around, will you dig us on out? 

So we can be in your arms again 

Girl, let me be in your arms again 

 

Because I hold you (so high) 

Well let me hold you (so tight) 

So won't you hold up (that light) 

So I can come home to find you? 

Yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah 

Bring her on up 

B-b-bring her on up 

 

I do my best thinking, thinking in the shower 

Sometimes I do my pre-drinking, drinking in the shower 

So i think about my neighbors and the politics and labor 

Between Karl and Groucho, I couldn't tell you which I favor 

 

Because I hold you (so high) 

Well let me hold you (so tight) 

So won't you hold up (that light) 

Why won't you hold on that line 

I'm coming for ya 

Because I hold you (so high) 

Well let me hold you (so tight) 

So won't you hold up (that light) 

So I can come home to find you? 

 

Hold up that light 

I'm lost at sea 

But I'm coming home 

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