Love Song
There's no other love than this
I might blow up right I might just go love and quit
I'm singing my song I know that she loving it
I never knew that me loving could get me rich. I might just get me hit
I'm on FaceTime with you.
I'm gone give you my heart don't you break mine
She tried to text me late night
You know I don't waist time
For you I just make time. All bout money I make mine
You knowing I make it
This love I can't fake it.
You know that I'm waiting
I got to be patient
I'm knowing they hating.
The pain I can't fake
The reaper a satan
This love I can't name it
There's no other love than this
I might blow up right I might just go love and quit
I'm singing my song i know that she loving it
I never knew that me loving could get me rich. I might just get me hit
When they speak to me I don't talk
Fuck them hater get this clout
All this pain on my shoulders I can't get it off
Walk through the storm I was in a drought
Head up high I ain't have a doubt.
Noooo
Owoooo
Say you love me but I'm missing you
Bae what I do to you
You on my phone texting that nigga
Yea I stay true but I ain't new to this yea.
You know I love and I miss and I'm thinking about you
Don't know what else that I do with out you
You my lock I be the key
You say forever you stuck with me
And ain't no leave in what you think baby its to the death of me
There's no other love than this
I might blow up right I might just go love and quit
I'm singing my song I know that she loving it
I never knew that me loving could get me rich. I might just get me hit
I might blow up right I might just go love and quit
I'm singing my song I know that she loving it
I never knew that me loving could get me rich. I might just get me hit
I'm on FaceTime with you.
I'm gone give you my heart don't you break mine
She tried to text me late night
You know I don't waist time
For you I just make time. All bout money I make mine
You knowing I make it
This love I can't fake it.
You know that I'm waiting
I got to be patient
I'm knowing they hating.
The pain I can't fake
The reaper a satan
This love I can't name it
There's no other love than this
I might blow up right I might just go love and quit
I'm singing my song i know that she loving it
I never knew that me loving could get me rich. I might just get me hit
When they speak to me I don't talk
Fuck them hater get this clout
All this pain on my shoulders I can't get it off
Walk through the storm I was in a drought
Head up high I ain't have a doubt.
Noooo
Owoooo
Say you love me but I'm missing you
Bae what I do to you
You on my phone texting that nigga
Yea I stay true but I ain't new to this yea.
You know I love and I miss and I'm thinking about you
Don't know what else that I do with out you
You my lock I be the key
You say forever you stuck with me
And ain't no leave in what you think baby its to the death of me
There's no other love than this
I might blow up right I might just go love and quit
I'm singing my song I know that she loving it
I never knew that me loving could get me rich. I might just get me hit
Credits
Writer(s): Tim Bond
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