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(Chorus x2) |
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Even though we don't get along (we don't get along) |
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I still love you |
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(Lucky.PSC) |
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I guess loves unconditional |
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Even when it's physical |
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Never when it's him or her |
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Watch me take a hit and learn |
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The price to retaliate, navigate, get lost |
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Or alligate with good cost |
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For everything you worked off |
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The arguments would jump off |
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I'm nothin' but a small talk |
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When everything was kosher just a minute ago |
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I'm over all the turbulence it's permanent |
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Embedded in our circus tent |
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Watch me walk the tight rope while I rope with evident (evident) |
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We don't even get along that's a sad song |
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But I still love you baby doll thats my action |
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I know it's only said with words that's my passion |
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No flashin I'm askin for peace if we lastin |
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(Chorus x2) |
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(Sunspot Jonz) |
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Southern Indian |
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Twin complexion on her skin |
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We Started off as just good friends |
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To love and now she's pissed again |
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But you aint listenin |
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Feelings start to diss us then |
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Jealousy will always win |
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Hell to see it all just end |
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We pretend like the shit never hurts |
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But I never met your parents cause my color couldn't work |
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With the scheme of your parents plan |
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Dreams just to mock you and |
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Things could (???) and |
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I said I aint existin then |
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When we live together you're high and on my grove |
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Just before your mama walks in our apartment door |
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And I try to let it go |
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I know we buildin up the trust |
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Yo the nights and alcohol |
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All the women on the bus |
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Skeletons in the dust |
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Clouds or doors hide the lust |
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Fell again and it's bust |
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Love wil turn it's back on us |
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Actin up who cheated then? |
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Not talkin bout ja make up |
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But who needs it then |
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I'm a hypocrite faker |
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Cause it seems to hurt me more |
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It was all eighty twenty |
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Like you aim for me to mess up |
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Just to give it to me |
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Caue we like to play the fight game |
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It shows we still care |
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Cause no matter who I mean |
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Shes will always be there |
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(Chorus 2x) |
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(Murs) |
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The three to my one six |
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Yeah I was love sick |
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Even though on the real |
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We stay fightin bout some dumb shit |
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Come this far to find out your not the one |
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Swear to god when we met you were the mother of my son |
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Just a little too young |
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Thinkin love could conquer wall |
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But without the right support |
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I don't love you could fall |
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Can't deny that it was pure |
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Just a little insecure |
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Always wonderin what I'm doin when I'm out on the tour |
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But I'm the truest rap guy that you ever gon meet |
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I told on myself the two times I did cheat |
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And we only made out |
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Still you had to break out |
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And do the same thing |
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But we wiped the slate clean |
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Even got rid of Jean |
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And it didn't make it clear |
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Still so miserable without you |
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It's like having you here |
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Even though it didn't last |
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Not a day go past |
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That I don't think about gettin back wich yo ass |
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(Chorus x2) |
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I still love you (x3) |
