L.O.V.E.

We got the loud speakers
And we bouta smoke some loud
We on the bleachers
And you know we all up in the crowd
My momma yelling down
Just hopin I can make her proud
Till I fuck up again
And fill her whole mind up with doubt
Only lies comin out the spout
Better shout
Snooty bitches coming with they snouts
Better take a different route

But on another note
The myth was said
And it was wrote
That all the little children was strugglin
With they vegetables
Snuck a can of Spaghettio's
And yeah that's where the story goes
But in this case scenario
Them kids look just like Terio
Uh

In my mind
I'll never be fucking good enough
People always telling me
I ain't black and I ain't hood enough
Just cause I ain't go through the struggle
Doesn't mean I don't fuck up
Life is a living hell
Be down for the ride
And buckle up
Uh

I'm on the run
Bitches be tryna get it on
But i'm sorry if one of these days
I'll be pronounced gone

P.S. Sorry Mom
I'm just tryna carry on
Two more years
Than I'll be gone
I'm sorry momma carry on

P.S. Sorry Mom
I don't know what the fuck i'm on
But no need to worry
It'll pass and than we'll carry on

I'm on a plane ride
Oh so high in the sky
Till I look down on the ground
And see the song Outta Sight
On the side of the road
Stealin beats from Ty. Rose
It ain't that easy
You gotta have bars that hit home
Don't wanna go home
Fuck it bro, don't even have a phone
Feel so alone
So I just roll or pack a bowl
Goddamn it's such a miracle
Cause now I'm so hysterical
Round and round like a marry Go!

Fall in love with me
Fall in love with me
Fall in love with me
Fall in love with me

P.S. Sorry Mom
I'm just tryna carry on
Two more years
Than I'll be gone
I'm sorry momma carry on

P.S. Sorry Mom
I don't know what the fuck i'm on
But no need to worry
It'll pass and than we'll carry on



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Writer(s): Torin Olivares
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