Wanchu is from my Young Love Series, as a sequel to Arnchu. Freeform poetry, no music or beat.
drake spoken word
Lyrics
Words can barely describe
But that’s out language, so I’m gonna try
See, I wanchu
I wanchu more than anything else, and I’m not afraid to admit that
I wanchu like an extra hour in the morning
Medicine for what ails me
I wanchu like a crying infant
Searching for that one face that brings security
I wanchu like that, like this
I wanchu like something I forgot
Like the sun, cuz that’s what you are
I wanchu like the truth of God
4,000 years of mysteries unraveled just for a moment
I wanchu like that, like this
I wanchu like I want me
Because without you here, it doesn’t feel like I exist
Weeks are days
And everything fades in together
Time only stops when I write about you
It’s like the inside of my eyelids are tattooed with your face
Because a dream without your presence is fiction
I mean, I just wanchu to know the truth
I wanchu
I wanchu, if just for a moment, to step in my shoes
And stand under the weight of my shoulders
So you can understand the weight of these feelings
I wanchu to tell me that you’re comfortable
With me saying these words to you
Are you?
Good… Cuz I wanchu to know more
I wanchu to know how much, I think about you
I wanchu to think about me as much as I think about you
I wanchu to write a poem about me
A poem which has even more devotion than the one that I’m reading
But, only if you want to cuz I don’t want to rush into anything
I just wanchu to be honest with me
But at the same time
I wanchu to say that you want me in your life
No matter distance or any other obstacles that we could be facing
Because that’s my mentality, personally
I just wanchu so much
I wanchu and I to build this love
To that moviestar-sitcom-meant-to-be type shit
Doesn’t-even-happen-in-real-life-except-for-us, so-spiritual
Got-me-wanting-to-convert-to-Catholicism type shit
That taking-me-with-you-to-the-airport-but-missing-your-flight
Because-you-can’t-stop-hugging-and-kissing-me type shit
That’s what I want
I wanna get the hic-hic-hiccups every time I see your last name on the Caller ID
Making my sister answer the phone so I don’t look stupid
I just wanchu
I wanchu to walk next to me on the sunniest days and stormiest nights
And if we do comes across a puddle, I wanchu to know
That I’m taking off my jacket my hoodie, my shirt, my pants
My shorts, my boxers, my shoes, socks and hat
Whatever it takes so you can cross safely
I wanchu to know
That when I get down on one knee, I’m doing so out of respect and not tradition
I wanchu more than anything else - More than anything I’ve ever truly wanted
Except…
I wanchu to be happy
And if I fit into that equation, then, I guess, we’ll both be happy
At least you heard me.