[Spoken Intro: Shawn Lawrence]

There's three balls and a strike

Here's the pitch

It's belted deep to center

Revere goes back, jumps at the wall, and it's gone!

[Verse 1: Drake]

Yeah, isn't it amazin'

How you talk all this shit and we still lack communication?

How beautiful our kids would be, girl, I don't need convincin'

How every conversation starts with, "This time will be different?" Oh

Oh, the idea is fun (Which one?)

Oh, the idea is fun (Which one?)

Oh, the idea is so fun every time

At least we try for home run every time

[Chorus: Drake]

Swangin', eyes closed, just swangin'

Same city, same friends, if you're lookin' for me

Same city, same friends, if you're lookin'

I'll be here, just swangin'

Don't talk to me like I'm famous

And don't assume, 'cause I don't respect assumptions, babe

I'm just tryna connect with somethin', babe

Yeah, swangin'

[Verse 2: Drake]

Ayy, she just wanna run around the city

And make memories that she can barely remember

And I'd allow her, talk about, "pussy power," yeah

She just wanna run over my feelings

Like she drinkin' and drivin' in a eighteen-wheeler

And I'd allow her, talk about, "pussy power"

She used to say, "You can be whoever you want, even yourself," yeah

I show up knowin' exactly who I was and never leave as myself

But when it falls apart, I'm always still down

To pick a million tiny little pieces off the ground

Wish you would learn to love people and use things

And not the other way around

[Chorus: Drake]

Swangin', eyes closed, just swangin'

Same city, same friends if you're lookin' for me

Same city, same friends if you're lookin'

I'll be here, just swangin' (Ayy)

Don't talk to me like I'm famous (Ayy)

And don't assume 'cause I don't respect assumptions, babe

I'm just tryna connect with somethin', baby

I'll be here, just swangin' (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 3: Drake]

I remember when my schedule was as flexible as she is

She call and tell me be here before the sun up

I be dressed before we hung up

I take Eglinton to 401 East and

Exit at Markham Road in the East End

Where all the pretty girls are sleepin'

My license been expired, I renew it after the weekend

Fuck, I know I said that shit the last seven weekends

Girl, I guess procrastination is my weakness

I hate stoppin' for gas this late

'Cause there's niggas creepin' and not like how we're creepin'

Summer is comin', know you could feel it

Twenty on pump, whatever, I ain't got enough to fill it

Won't knock on your door

My uncle say you drive my whip like it's yours

I got the pedal to the floor

I'm on my motherfuckin' way, swangin'

Don't fall asleep on me, hang in there

I'll be there, just swangin'

I'll be there, just swangin'

I treat you good, girl, like you're famous

I know I'm late, it's always the same shit

But don't fall asleep on me, hang in there, yeah, yeah

I'm on the road right now, swangin', girl, yeah