Love Me
Love me day and night
Love me day and night
Love me day and night
Love me day and night
Love me day and night
Love me day and night
Love me day and night
Love me day and night
Practice makes better
She was in the car in her anime sweater
Riding through the ghetto
Tryna learn to say a new phrase
Eight letters
Tuesdays feeling cooler than the latter May weather
Her uncle was a teacher
In her eyes a professor and a leader
Taught her nobody is perfect like the creases in her sneakers
The true issue starts to rise when you're feeling like you're Jesus
For just being pretty decent
Human beings are flawed
Every time I pray I get nervous
I never ask for blessings
I don't think that I deserve 'em
As for her: she was feeling like she was living it perfect
Read the Bible every day
Every weekend she was churching
And quickly turned cynic
Niggas only think you're competition when you're winning
You only start winning when you stop competing with 'em
Why do we only notice the cycle when we're in it
Spending all this time tryna convince you all to listen
Like these shallow niggas gon' be on some ooh nigga spitting
Met a nigga
Dre who said
The Lord is my witness
I would trade my sight just to have a little bit of vision
Now I'm out here thinking but
Pretending that I'm not but the messages I send
Are those of regret and a beg for amends
Regret is as to men as a beach is to sand
And the beach is to sand as a preacher
Is to a pulpit
Even with a full clip
Do you really think after you avoid jail
That you'll avoid hell
A void with no bail
You must be stupid
Niggas wanna dream only if they dream lucid
Someone told me dreams are affected by the truth
So I find myself in a booth making music
To pull me out of life like the song was a toothpick
Feeling pretty useless in new institutions living
I turn the youth to a euphemism
Here's a truth she's a tool and I can't put hammer to nail
He's pretty cool and she's screwing with him
Pretty tears
Pretty fools
And a couple of duels
50 years in a noose
Homie death is amusing
Honda acura or massacres
All across the board these are two different averages
The only thing I'm asking you to do is
Love me day and night
Love me day and night
Love me day and night
Love me day and night
Love me day and night
Love me day and night
Love me day and night
Practice makes better
She was in the car in her anime sweater
Riding through the ghetto
Tryna learn to say a new phrase
Eight letters
Tuesdays feeling cooler than the latter May weather
Her uncle was a teacher
In her eyes a professor and a leader
Taught her nobody is perfect like the creases in her sneakers
The true issue starts to rise when you're feeling like you're Jesus
For just being pretty decent
Human beings are flawed
Every time I pray I get nervous
I never ask for blessings
I don't think that I deserve 'em
As for her: she was feeling like she was living it perfect
Read the Bible every day
Every weekend she was churching
And quickly turned cynic
Niggas only think you're competition when you're winning
You only start winning when you stop competing with 'em
Why do we only notice the cycle when we're in it
Spending all this time tryna convince you all to listen
Like these shallow niggas gon' be on some ooh nigga spitting
Met a nigga
Dre who said
The Lord is my witness
I would trade my sight just to have a little bit of vision
Now I'm out here thinking but
Pretending that I'm not but the messages I send
Are those of regret and a beg for amends
Regret is as to men as a beach is to sand
And the beach is to sand as a preacher
Is to a pulpit
Even with a full clip
Do you really think after you avoid jail
That you'll avoid hell
A void with no bail
You must be stupid
Niggas wanna dream only if they dream lucid
Someone told me dreams are affected by the truth
So I find myself in a booth making music
To pull me out of life like the song was a toothpick
Feeling pretty useless in new institutions living
I turn the youth to a euphemism
Here's a truth she's a tool and I can't put hammer to nail
He's pretty cool and she's screwing with him
Pretty tears
Pretty fools
And a couple of duels
50 years in a noose
Homie death is amusing
Honda acura or massacres
All across the board these are two different averages
The only thing I'm asking you to do is
Credits
Writer(s): Ezekiel Phiri
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