Drake – Papi’s Home Lyrics


Papi’s Home Lyrics by Drake


I know that I hurt you
Yeah (I was a child trying to be a man)
To all my sons world wide (I walked out on my only son)
All my juniors (I left you in your mother’s hands)
I apologize for my absence and I know I left you without a name to drop

(And now, I’m standing right here)
And I don’t know how I expected you to get your clout up
(With tears, with tears streaming from my eyes)
Or get your money up, but

Don’t worry (See your mother raised a fine young man)
Daddy’s home (And I know I missed him so much)
Turn me up


N***** know they need to stop
I’m standing at the top, that’s how I know you’ve never seen the top
Sierra Canyon parking lot, looking like Magic City parking lot
Hear the talks when I walk by, like you know it’s over when you drop, ay

Drop, yeah

And I’m coming with the wop
Y’all n***** not poppin’
Fuck her, then she going shopping, woah
I’m running out of ops
They’re running out of options
Put ’em up for adoption
Sign my name on the dot, ay

This is not love, baby, this no four leaf, no horse shoe
I’m in the bank to employ you
I’m in New York, going Jon Chetrit
Supermodels and they all sexy
Lock the door to the bathroom
‘Cause they doing something that is not Pepsi
I’m just pouring up the shots

I remember that I told you, “I missed you”, that was kind of like a mass text
I remember that I told you, “I loved you”, that was really in the past tense
I remember that I told you, “I get you”, truth is that I get around
Mentioned having us a kid, 42 hit, I tend to kid around
On Benedict with the top down
Shorties out here getting knocked down
City coming off a lockdown
Rap n***** doing weak features for a pop artist ’cause they popped down
Used to wanna throw the Roc up
N***** know how I rock now

You know how I’m rocking now
Y.M. forever
Big owl, big birds forever
Don’t make me go get your mama to talk to you

‘Cause if he gotta get your motherfuckin’ mama to talk to you
You know what I’m sayin’? I’m gon’ bring that motherfuckin’ big switch out
At this point, I’ma start collecting child support the opposite way
You gotta pay me to be my motherfuckin’ son

Look at me
Don’t turn away (Don’t you turn away like I did, my son)
Look me in the eyes, Junior (I’m making no more promises)
For real (I’m trying to find the word to say)

Daddy’s home
Daddy’s home (Don’t you know)
Daddy’s home, yeah (Said, your daddy’s back home)
Daddy’s home (For every birthday that I missed)

Want to be my dad, again
You got to start all over, big man (Start right here, start right now)
Want to be my dad, again
You got to start all over, big man