Ft. Don Trip

(Intro: Route 94 - My Love)
My love and my touch
Up above
My love and my touch
Up above
My love and my touch
Up above

(Verse)
I'm just tryna figure out what's wrong with me
Tryna do is learn things long distance
No place like home when I'm down miss you
Just know that it's all business
How you gettin' Christian, but a call I ain't get?
How you gettin' taste outta talkin' this shit?
How you gettin' caught? What it is what it is
I'm a pimp to a hoe and a dog to a bitch
Also a man to a woman, I don't opt to a nigga
But I get lost in this shit
Yeah, I heard somebody talk about kids
And I ain't got one, really want three
Still really want three-somes in the middle of the week
Still dinner with issues from dealin' in the street
Silly ole' me, devoted so much time
They won't mind if I told 'em
I can't promise to hold ya
Heart so cold, the thermometer froze
__________(?) not with a rose
I know how the shit go
I can't lessen my mind, even my momma don't want me

(Verse 2)
FUck you! Arguing ova little to nothing
Fightin' ova the last words
You can overreact worse
You can tag a few bags first
I'm lookin' forward to lookin' back
Just to level that last verse
They on my love loss
Not knowin' what I had was worse
I'm still a dawg and I ain't finna quit
I know some damn bitches that ain't worth ten cents
Fuck! Our section drinkin' my shit
I mean, fuck is you doin'?

(Verse 3)
She keep callin', she wants to argue
She keep callin', she wants to argue
Bout me not calling
Or me not callin' eatin' up on benzy
I must be ballin'
She don't get it
I'm grindin', tryna keep us from starvin'
Ain't no 9 to 5, gon' supply
All that fancy shit I go buy
All 'em bags she luvs so much
All em places she like to dine
She think my date could see stop me diggin' in 1000 bitches
Truth is I'm in the studio
Ten hours block until the hours finish
It's so hard to concentrate
And deal with home even when I'm gone
She feel neglected
She all alone, and startin' to show that she's not as strong
Not as strong as I wish she was
And I do all of this shit fo' us
AIn't no groupies, ain't no side hoes
I gave up all of that shit fo' her
I gave up all of that shit fo' love
Just so she can say I ain't did it?
No! So she can tell me I neva call her
I neva text, I'm like what the fuck?!
I carried the world on both my shoulders
I manage to still hold both our hands
She wants me to lift her up
But I want her to help me stand
Godspead