Lyrics: Drake – Diplomatic Immunity

Diplomatic Immunity

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Diplomatic Immunity Lyrics

Diplomatic immunity, f**k ’em
All that peace and that unity
All that weak s**t’ll ruin me, f**k ’em
‘Cause n****s started talking to me like I’m slowing down

Opinions over statistics, of course
Gassed off journalistic
Come at me and all you’ll get is the ballistic report
Booked a private room at Wiley’s, waiter twisting the cork

I got multi*colored rings like the Olympics, of course
At awards shows, cutting through the tension, of course
Girls hugging me then asking me what scent that is, boy

I be walking around the Six, like I invented it, boy
Yeah, who am I? The do or die, the one with the fewest lies

And the truest ties, they try to compare us but
Like a job straight out of high school
There’s no you and I
I taught you everything you know, now you got student pride
All factual

I call the house the embassy
The studio the chapel, I hate to travel
I just pulled up on Solana show, the girl’s a natural
I knew her way back when Hollywood was international

Yeah, the furthest I’ve been, that’s word to my ends
Word to the flags that belong on the hood of my ‘Benz
Very presidential, I broke all the codes for zoning in my residential
I broke spirits that I never meant to
My body isn’t much of a sacred temple, with vodka and wine

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And sleep at the opposite times
Promise s**t is getting out of line, like when you make a stencil

Or getting out of line, like when you break a pencil
Violating the treaty of Versallies, champagne is the alias but no cease and desist in I
I refuse to comply with regulations, I listen to heavy metal for meditation, no silence
Like Sanders on the Detroit, Lions
Get a run around and I’ll bury you where they won’t find you
Motor City Casino, I’m at the cage with my old license
They tell me “don’t worry, I got your money” like Osiris

“I’m the Osiris of this s**t”
Dirty 30, working on me
Tired of women that may tag me in pictures, airing my dirty laundry

Catering is from Giorgio Baldi, Robyn’s favorite
S**t is nice, but I prefer Madeo
Calamari rings and tomato
I got the sauce and now shawty’s keep claiming “preggo”

Waking up at 6 PM like “where does the day go”
Forecasting tornados, brainstorming retaliation at dinner tables
2010 was when I lost my halo
2017 I lost a J. Lo

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A Rotterdam trip had me on front page, though
I had to lay low, Hot Topic like your everyday clothes
Closed off but I could never stay closed
Billboard awards, I claimed 13 out in Vegas like Sureños

Black excellence, but I bet when it comes to me it’s not the same though
All goodie, that just pushed me to do the things we all couldn’t
N****s staking out the crib, it’s all gravy
Protection that God gave me

S**t is complex like short n****s around tall ladies
I gotta watch who I’m talking to like it’s all ages
I’ve seen budding careers turn to sit around and talk about other careers, judging they peers
Knowledge from n****s who did not contribute to none of this here

Cover my ears, my security government tier
Yeah, advance the venue so we know the exits
Check the guest list, if opps make an appearance at least it’s expected
Tell ’em I don’t wanna link like a broken necklace
I’ll be in better company with my own reflection
Mirror, mirror, on the ceiling of my suite in the Royal Palace

The TV playing Al Jazeera
Inshallah, I hope the mission keeps on getting clearer
Whenever, wherever, OVO will always be together like Shakira

I love
I love
I love it

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