For Some Love

Yo
You know
Once I care, I don't leave
I can't
But once I leave
I don't care
See

Baby boy it's just that i feel, you're a dog
But i truly miss what we had, way to long
I just want my mans all for me, it's not my fault
Deep up in a sea of red flags, for some love

Ain't no disrespect, if you'd respect
They call me difficult, i call it back
I wish they had opinions of their own, like i have mine
Wish they actually read the post before posting the headline
Played it well but the truth always slips
Pretend it's going good until reality hits
Drive your mercedes to the job that you hate, bro
Drive your mercedes and pay off in years eight, hoe
Stealing from a friend, thought i wouldn't notice i don't
Mind the hundred i feel sorry for you bro focus
Acting game fine, up to no cute
Transimitting foul vibes, like a rotten fruit
See i can see the hate in your smile
Seems like you've been led astray from your pile
And sure I think it's wise to be the bigger person
But then again it's me versus me, fighting for that bigger version

Baby boy it's just that i feel, you're a dog
But i truly miss what we had, way to long
I just want my mans all for me, it's not my fault
Deep up in a sea of red flags, for some love

Sis, don't switch up gratitude with friendship
Indeed I'm not a friend, of female friends, bitch
Growing up, I didn't wanna play with ya'll
And let me tell you now it doesn't get easier
I like my one fifty five meter, little, Latina, tortilla, dipper, ey
But I'm done losing money chasing shorties
I could just chase the money, plus i won't lose no shorties
And shorty came to flirt, but like it's nothing less
Plus she wore a skirt, bottomless, but watch it
Could be her intentions are phoney
Could also be i call it off, and meet a homie
Say i won't play your games, but i am horny
Maybe i would play along if you just sat on me
But you do not love me, that's a fake story
Now you standing in the rain and i don't feel sorry

Girl i couldn't miss what's not real, no, I don't mourn, I don't mourn
And I won't no more pick your ass up, from your, from your door, wow, from your door
Now me and all my friends smoke a G, ya, in the car, wow, in the car
Didn't wanna cry out my tears, but fuck you, fuck you hard

Baby boy it's just that i feel, you're a dog
But i truly miss what we had, way to long
I just want my mans all for me, it's not my fault
Deep up in a sea of red flags, for some love
Baby boy it's just that i feel, you're a dog
But i truly miss what we had, way to long
I just want my mans all for me, it's not my fault
Deep up in a sea of red flags, for some love



Credits
Writer(s): Ole Zimmermann
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