The Drake lyrics

He's got a master list of fakes Rents a room out at the drake He's a real cash-carry Momentum works like a curse Where's it gonna take you to? Line the letters, make a word Hold my hand until we run Into the sunset Merry x-mas and what's new? This year coming should be good I'll be working at the standard Forest and plain Lock stock, steep grade I'm backed up for good Down at the standard Hold my hand until we run Into the sunset