Hours In Silence
Drake Lyrics


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Leave your phone, come to mine
You'll catch a hand in due time
I think, think that I
Could fuck the idea of him outta your mind
You said he rap, he ain't signed, that ain't a good sign
Change your mind, good conversation and some rosé wine
Unless there's some other things you gotta mind
You're my baby, ayy, ayy
The smoke got me talkin' in Dutch
A pill in Ibiza, so what?
She leanin' on me, I'm her crutch
She creamin' on me, I'm her crush
Her photos don't need a retouch
She askin' why haven't I nut
I didn't know we in a rush
Enjoyin' the moment, so hush
My album was payin' her bills
I don't even need a deluxe
Her stomach is flat as fuck
She still fit that shit in her gut somehow
The fat must've went in her butt somehow
I don't even ask her what's up
She sayin' that shit is natural
Don't care if she makin' it up
I never put you in no Uber, girl
I'm always gon' send you a truck
I'm always gon' keep it a buck
You give me that shit and I'm stuck

.30 on my waist
'Cause a lotta broke niggas 'round the way ridin' 'round town
And they lookin' for my face
Gotta pray to God above you, girl, you know that Savage love you
And I hope that you feel the same
Tryna be the one for you, but my nickname true
And I hope that I can change
Girl, you know that Savage love you, girl, you know that Savage love you

Gotta turn my bitch up, turn my bitch up
Turn my bitch up, turn my bitch up
Turn my bitch up, turn my bitch up
Turn my bitch up, turn my-
Know I gotta turn my bitch up, turn my bih, T-T
Turn my bih, T-T, turn my bih
Gotta turn my bitch up, turn my- (ayy)

I gotta stop goin' Van Cleef, condo, third week
I like it, but I'm too geeked, tryna turn you up
I gotta stop goin' Lenci', Rollie, first week
You're misreadin' me, I'm too geeked, tryna turn you up
You were lost until me
I didn't get no finder's fee
You're actin' like a bride-to-be
Behind closed doors, slimin' me
Friends are all advisin' me
Sayin' I could die tryna turn you up
There's three sides to this story, girl
The one you subtweet
The one your group chat gets to read
The one you come and tell to me
I understand it finally
I'm tryna give you highs and you're plannin' our goodbyes
But I turn you up
It's my fault
Burnin' cash like it's lit on fire
Penthouse and some new attire
I fulfilled all of your desires
You don't work, but you act retired
'Cause you know that you're mine and it's my fault
It's my fault, it's my fault, for once I take accountability
It's my fault that you got superpowers on your knees
It's my fault for once, don't keep you grounded on your feet
It's my fault for once, I drain accounts to make you love me
It's my fault for once, it's one-sided loyalty
My fault for once, I'm payin' lawyer fees
Doin' things just to set you free, see you breathe
It's my fault for once, I got the Wagon, G
Got you ridin' 'round with niggas that are nothin' like me
It's my fault for once, that's how you make it seem
It's my fault, it's my fault

You were lost until me
You were lost until me, mm-mm, mhm-mm
You were lost until me

My confidence is super low
Baby M, you know I got a heart of gold
You pawned that shit and hit the road, baby
For goodness sakes, at this rate
Your funeral is finna have like ten caskets on display
One for you, the other nine for everything you're takin' to the grave
You don't play, you don't, you don't, you don't, you
You don't play no games
There's three things I learned from love for free
Only thing really worth chasin' is a dream
People don't know we play roles on screen
Messy, started gettin' trendy, gotta keep it clean
You know I keep it clean
Clean as I can
All weapons formed against me gotta jam
Brought you 'round the dawgs, treat you like the fam'
Shoulda been a wham, bam, thank you ma'am
Know you got my confidence on sale
Case you wanna feel better 'bout yourself





You were lost until me
You were lost until me

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Drake's song "Hours in Silence" describe an intimate conversation between Drake and his partner. The idea of infidelity is addressed as Drake asks his partner to forget about someone with whom she is involved. The lyrics suggest that Drake is willing to be the shoulder that she relies on, offering good conversation and wine, and he hopes to move past thoughts of her previous partner. The line about a pill in Ibiza alludes to the popular song "I Took a Pill in Ibiza" by Mike Posner, which may indicate that Drake is looking for a wild night to distract them from any negative emotions. Despite the ambiguity and complexity of the situation, the lyrics suggest that Drake is committed to his partner, willing to provide for her financially, and supportive of her desires.


Line by Line Meaning

Leave your phone, come to mine
Put aside distractions, come spend time with me


You'll catch a hand in due time
I'll lend you a hand when you need it


I think, think that I Could fuck the idea of him outta your mind
I believe that I could make you forget about him


You said he rap, he ain't signed, that ain't a good sign
You mentioned that he's a rapper who hasn't gotten a record deal, which sounds like a negative thing


Change your mind, good conversation and some rosé wine
Let's switch up our current train of thought with some pleasant talk and refreshing wine


Unless there's some other things you gotta mind
Unless something else is on your mind that's preventing you from being present


You're my baby, ayy, ayy
You're my beloved, my sweetie


The smoke got me talkin' in Dutch
The marijuana has me speaking incoherently


A pill in Ibiza, so what?
I took a pill in Ibiza, no big deal


She leanin' on me, I'm her crutch
She's relying on me, I'm her support


She creamin' on me, I'm her crush
She's sexually excited by me, I'm her infatuation


Her photos don't need a retouch
Her pictures don't require any edits, she's naturally beautiful


She askin' why haven't I nut
She's curious why I haven't ejaculated


I didn't know we in a rush
I wasn't aware there was a hurry to finish


Enjoyin' the moment, so hush
Let's appreciate the present moment, be quiet


My album was payin' her bills
My music was supporting her financially


I don't even need a deluxe
I don't even require a luxury version


Her stomach is flat as fuck She still fit that shit in her gut somehow The fat must've went in her butt somehow
Her abdominal area is extremely slim, yet she can still consume that amount of food, indicating that the excess fat must've gone to her buttocks


I don't even ask her what's up
I don't bother inquiring what's happening with her


She sayin' that shit is natural Don't care if she makin' it up
She's claiming it's all natural and I don't care whether or not she's telling the truth


I never put you in no Uber, girl I'm always gon' send you a truck
I never make you take a ride-sharing service, I only send you a private vehicle


I'm always gon' keep it a buck You give me that shit and I'm stuck
I'm always going to be upfront with you, and you have a powerful hold on me


.30 on my waist 'Cause a lotta broke niggas 'round the way ridin' 'round town And they lookin' for my face
I carry a gun for protection, as there are many financially-struggling individuals in my vicinity who may be seeking me out


Gotta pray to God above you, girl, you know that Savage love you And I hope that you feel the same
I need to express my devotion to you and pray that you reciprocate these intense feelings


Tryna be the one for you, but my nickname true And I hope that I can change Girl, you know that Savage love you, girl, you know that Savage love you
I aspire to be your one-and-only, but my reputation precedes me and I hope I can defy these expectations; you are beloved by me, you know that


Gotta turn my bitch up, turn my bitch up Turn my bitch up, turn my bitch up Turn my bitch up, turn my- Know I gotta turn my bitch up, turn my bih, T-T Turn my bih, T-T, turn my bih Gotta turn my bitch up, turn my- (ayy)
I need to increase the intensity of what I'm doing, focus and adjust accordingly


I gotta stop goin' Van Cleef, condo, third week I like it, but I'm too geeked, tryna turn you up
I need to stop spending recklessly, trying too hard to impress you


I gotta stop goin' Lenci', Rollie, first week You're misreadin' me, I'm too geeked, tryna turn you up
I need to stop buying expensive brands, you've perceived me inaccurately; I'm trying too hard


You were lost until me I didn't get no finder's fee You're actin' like a bride-to-be Behind closed doors, slimin' me
You were incomplete before you met me, and I didn't receive any reward for that; you act like a woman about to be wed and talk badly about me in private


Friends are all advisin' me Sayin' I could die tryna turn you up There's three sides to this story, girl The one you subtweet The one your group chat gets to read The one you come and tell to me
My friends are telling me that I'm putting myself at risk trying to impress you; there are three perspectives to this situation- the one you hint at on social media, the one you share with your friends, and the one you reveal to me


I understand it finally I'm tryna give you highs and you're plannin' our goodbyes But I turn you up
I comprehend it now; I'm aiming to provide you with happiness while you're already preparing to end things, yet I still try my best


It's my fault Burnin' cash like it's lit on fire Penthouse and some new attire I fulfilled all of your desires You don't work, but you act retired 'Cause you know that you're mine and it's my fault It's my fault, it's my fault, for once I take accountability
It's my mistake; I've been spending money recklessly, buying luxurious things for you and fulfilling all your wants, and now you don't work, yet act as if you're retired because you know you're mine. I take full responsibility for this behavior


It's my fault that you got superpowers on your knees It's my fault for once, don't keep you grounded on your feet It's my fault for once, I drain accounts to make you love me It's my fault for once, it's one-sided loyalty My fault for once, I'm payin' lawyer fees Doin' things just to set you free, see you breathe It's my fault for once, I got the Wagon, G Got you ridin' 'round with niggas that are nothin' like me It's my fault for once, that's how you make it seem It's my fault, it's my fault
It's my doing that you've become skilled at performing oral sex on me, it's my mistake that I've enabled you to rely on me financially, it's my mistake that I spend money excessively in order to make you love me, this loyalty is one-sided, I pay legal fees to protect you, taking actions to help you breathe freely, I've provided you with a fancy car, in which you ride with people who are vastly different from me; and yet, I take the blame


You were lost until me, mm-mm, mhm-mm My confidence is super low Baby M, you know I got a heart of gold You pawned that shit and hit the road, baby For goodness sakes, at this rate Your funeral is finna have like ten caskets on display One for you, the other nine for everything you're takin' to the grave You don't play, you don't, you don't, you don't, you You don't play no games
You were incomplete before I arrived, and now my self-esteem is low. Baby M, you are aware that I have a kind mind; yet, you've sold your kindness and left. C'mon now, at this pace, your funeral is going to have a shocking number of caskets, ten to be exact. One of them will contain you, and the other nine will hold all of your belongings going to the grave with you. You play no games


There's three things I learned from love for free Only thing really worth chasin' is a dream People don't know we play roles on screen Messy, started gettin' trendy, gotta keep it clean You know I keep it clean Clean as I can All weapons formed against me gotta jam Brought you 'round the dawgs, treat you like the fam' Shoulda been a wham, bam, thank you ma'am Know you got my confidence on sale Case you wanna feel better 'bout yourself
There are three valuable lessons I learned from love- the most important thing to chase is dreams, we often play roles in our relationships, and things became unclean and chaotic, so I need to maintain a level of cleanliness. You know I maintain a certain level of cleanliness, to the best of my ability, blocking any negativity thrown my way. I introduced you to my closest friends and treated you like family, I should've kept it casual. I know you have leverage over me, should you ever wish to improve your self-esteem




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Ashanti Guerrero, Aubrey Drake Graham, Cole Morie, Noah James Shebib, Noel Cadastre, Nyan Lieberthal, Paul D Beauregard, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph

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[Verse 1: Drake]
Leave your home, come to mine
He'll catch a hint in due time
I think, think that I
Could fuck the idea of him outta your mind
He said he rap, he ain't signed, that ain't a good sign
Change your mind, good conversation and some rosé wine
Unless there's some other things you gotta mind
You mind me, ayy, ayy
The smoke got me talkin' in Dutch
A pill in Ibiza, so what?
She leanin' on me, I'm her crutch
She creamin' on me, I'm her crush
Her photos don't need a retouch
She askin' why haven't I nut
I didn't know we in a rush
Enjoyin' the moment, so hush
My album was payin' her bills
I don't even need a deluxe
Her stomach is flat as fuck
She still fit that shit in her gut somehow
The fat musta went in her butt somehow
I don't even ask her what's up
She sayin' that shit is natural
Don't care if she makin' it up
I never put you in no Uber, girl
I'm always gon' send you a truck
I'm always gon' keep it a buck
You give me that shit and I'm stuck

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
.30 on my waist
'Cause a lotta broke niggas 'round the way ridin' 'round town
And they lookin' for my face
Gotta pray to God above you, girl, you know that Savage love you
And I hope that you feel the same
Tryna be the one for you, but my nickname true
And I hope that I can change
Girl, you know that Savage love you, girl, you know that Savage love you

[Bridge: Drake]
Gotta turn my bitch up, turn my bitch up
Turn my bitch up, turn my bitch up
Turn my bitch up, turn my bitch up
Turn my bitch up, turn my—
Know I gotta turn my bitch up, turn my bih, T-T
Turn my bih, T-T, turn my bih
Gotta turn my bitch up, turn my— (Ayy)

[Verse 3: Drake]
I gotta stop goin' Van Cleef, condo, third week
I like it, but I'm too geeked, tryna turn you up
I gotta stop goin' Lenci', Rollie, first week
You're misreadin' me, I'm too geeked, tryna turn you up
You were lost until me
I didn't get no finder's fee
You're actin' like a bride-to-be
Behind closed doors, slimin' me
Friends are all advisin' me
Sayin' I could die tryna turn you up
There's three sides to this story, girl
The one you subtweet
The one your group chat gets to read
The one you come and tell to me
I understand it finally
I'm tryin' to give you highs and you're plannin' our goodbyes
But I turn you up
It's my fault
Burnin' cash like it's lit on fire
Penthouse and some new attire
I fulfilled all of your desires
You don't work, but you act retired
'Cause you know that you're mine and it's my fault
It's my fault
It's my fault, for once I take accountability
It's my fault that you got superpowers on your knees
It's my fault for once, don't keep you grounded on your feet
It's my fault for once, I drain accounts to make you love me
It's my fault for once, it's one-sided loyalty
My fault for once, I'm payin' lawyer fees
Doin' things just to set you free, see you breathe
It's my fault for once, I got the Wagon, G
Got you ridin' 'round with niggas that are nothin' like me
It's my fault for once, that's how you make it seem
It's my fault, it's my fault

[Refrain: Drake]
You were lost until me
You were lost until me, mm-mm, mhm-mm
You were lost until me

[Verse 4: Drake]
My confidence is super low
Baby M, you know I got a heart of gold
You pawned that shit and hit the road, baby
For goodness sakes, at this rate
Your funeral is finna have like ten caskets on display
One for you, the other nine for everything you're takin' to the grave
You don't play, you don't, you don't, you don't, you—
You don't play no games
There's three things I learned from love for free
Only thing really worth chasing is a dream
People don't know you play your roles on screen
Messy started gettin' trendy, gotta keep it clean
You know I keep it clean
Clean as I can
All weapons formed against me gotta jam
Brought you 'round the dawgs, treat you like the fam'
Shoulda been a wham, bam, thank you ma'am
Know you got my confidence on sale
Case you wanna feel better 'bout yourself

[Refrain: Drake]
You were lost until me
You were lost until me



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