Radio Ramone - Don't Love Me lyrics

rate me

Yeah, a Mike told me, it was money over bitches

A bitch told me, she putmoney over everythang

What the fuck a wedding ring? She just try and live life

Popping tags, taking first class flights

My brother told me it's a cold fucking world

I feel it now, I forgot to bring a jacket

My weed man said, that he's tryna turn his life around

... long it's your last hit

But I be lying, I be lying to myself

Too much stress, I don't know if I could take it

I would show love but love is overrated

What the fuck is on when the love turn to hatred

I better slow it down, but fuck it I'm a fighter

Bitch I hold you down, I'ma torch you light up

So light up, and be easy

I'm so high that the birds fly beneath me

I'm so down that the devil prolly sees me

But god ... he don't wanna see me

Nah, now that's a smart man

I bought some weed to smoke it all like I don't got no fucking plans

Ride dolo, like I don't got no fucking friends

Call Mary up cause I just need a fucking friend

Shit, and I could probably smoke the whole zone

Niggas won't leave me but it's only ... nigga

And I just want you to love, I just want you to love me

But I don't know why, I just want you to love me

I just want you to love me

But I don't know why, I just want you to love me

I just want you to love, I just want you to love me

I swear the city took a nigga soul

I swear these bitches made a nigga heartless

All they do is try and block my goals

But fuck a goldie, all these niggas...

Try and guard the flow, ... I think I'm Derek Rose

So dope you was sweating I was moving O's

Shit, with this D boy dreams, I spit fire get you higher when I blaze the 16

But fuck rap y'all loco, me I'm thinking mogul homes

The biggest thang in my lane like a mobile home

My thoughts cloudy and I'm feeling like the smoke is on

Network my name ringing like a mobile phone

Yesterday may said the city needs us

Still niggas won't cross me like Jesus

But now way but ... prosper it's gap

Middle finger to the other side... up

And yeah I dress like a white boy

But fuck that, I prolly knock your ass out

Niggas talking paper, tell them bring they cash out

Holes in they pockets, all these weak rappers assed out

Yeah and now they screaming like police boy

And I'm just praying, I'm just praying for some fucking peace

This marijuana leave a nigga in a coma

And I know I need Christ but I ain't prayed in a couple of weeks

And I just want you to love, I just want you to love me

But I don't know why, I just want you to love me

I just want you to love me

But I don't know why, I just want you to love me

I just want you to love, I just want you to love me.