something // aubrey drake graham.

falling, too fast / clearly - rules don't apply /can't believe that I just met you...
you got me here / watching minutes pass by, / wondering when to expect you.

there you go... / is this a dream? / looking like every picture that I've seen of you before / I've seen it all before...
now that it's over -

shoulda known better than to think this was real and you could be mine.
I shoulda known better, slowed it down, cause I feel you needed time.
but I kept thinking -

this could be something...this could be something, this could be something
this could be, this could be,
this could be something...this could be something, this could be something
maybe it's just nothing at all
but this could be something...

this could be something, this could be somethingthis could be, this could be,this could be something...this could be something, this could be something

maybe it's just nothing at all, at all, at all - maybe it's just nothing at all, at all, at all...

I guess it's what we make it... I guess it's what we make it -


I guess it's what we make it.