Do You Love
Sacrifice all your love to me, when you dream
Do you think of all the things we do
'Cuz I do, 'cuz I do, 'cuz I do, 'cuz I do
Sacrifice all your love to me, and I'll do the same
I know you want to
'Cuz I do, 'cuz I do, 'cuz I do, 'cuz I do
I don't pay attention to no bull shit
Smoking woods, this ain't no toothpick
My solitaires got that cream, that's my cool whip
I've been on my Q's and P's, I'm not Uzi
Ain't nobody high as me on this Tuesday (On this weekday)
Do you love, what I was or what I am
Do your drugs, take precaution
Take your losses for what it was, damn
I've been up from the jump, I got my bunnies up
Working on my stamina, I run it up
I'll stop when she tell me stop, pressing on her belly button
She get in my ear to talk, think she tryna tell me something
She know you can't tell me nothing
Talledega, I shake and bake my pot, let me hit bodega
Interrogate me not, I just need a paper, now I'm faded
I'm stuck in my new place, put my head in new space
You are what I'm doing today, I'll buy yours too today
Knock on my door, on the couch she like "what the hell are you waiting for"
Looking back I'm like "what the fuck you ain't say that for"
Know you like to talk, don't do it anymore
You give me these thoughts that I can't ignore
When our eyes lock, I turn to stone, turn me on
Do you love, what I was or what I am
Do your drugs, take precaution
Take your losses for what it was, damn
Do you think of all the things we do
'Cuz I do, 'cuz I do, 'cuz I do, 'cuz I do
Sacrifice all your love to me, and I'll do the same
I know you want to
'Cuz I do, 'cuz I do, 'cuz I do, 'cuz I do
I don't pay attention to no bull shit
Smoking woods, this ain't no toothpick
My solitaires got that cream, that's my cool whip
I've been on my Q's and P's, I'm not Uzi
Ain't nobody high as me on this Tuesday (On this weekday)
Do you love, what I was or what I am
Do your drugs, take precaution
Take your losses for what it was, damn
I've been up from the jump, I got my bunnies up
Working on my stamina, I run it up
I'll stop when she tell me stop, pressing on her belly button
She get in my ear to talk, think she tryna tell me something
She know you can't tell me nothing
Talledega, I shake and bake my pot, let me hit bodega
Interrogate me not, I just need a paper, now I'm faded
I'm stuck in my new place, put my head in new space
You are what I'm doing today, I'll buy yours too today
Knock on my door, on the couch she like "what the hell are you waiting for"
Looking back I'm like "what the fuck you ain't say that for"
Know you like to talk, don't do it anymore
You give me these thoughts that I can't ignore
When our eyes lock, I turn to stone, turn me on
Do you love, what I was or what I am
Do your drugs, take precaution
Take your losses for what it was, damn
Credits
Writer(s): Collin Innes
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