Lovin´ you is killin´ me
Can I be all that you need?
Sometimes, I fall down on my knees
(Last name Hendrix, whatever I do)
Oh, it´s killin´ (ATL Jacob, he a fuckin´ millionaire)

Oh, it´s killin´
Oh

I told you that it´s okay, you could make a mess
I know you wanna go away, let´s take a jet
Know it´s love inside my heart, but you can take what´s left
I wanna taste your pussy, I wanna taste your flesh
My niggas all flee, you can see by the V´s how we comin´
Before these songs, I used to profit one-twenty an onion
Crazy how I still feel alone outside twenty deep with my brothers
My home ain´t even a home no more, girl, we don´t even sleep with each other
And I´m on the road so long, ain´t even got time to go trust her

Me and my bros so low, even when we don´t speak to each other
And if ten toes was a person, it would be me and I´m butters
Word to Cynthia, I be wishin´ it was me instead of Butter
No one to vent to about my pain, I was deep in the gutter
Sometimes, I don´t wanna be awake, so I sleep even better
It´s the demons and the angels that keep me together
If lovin´ you is killin´ me, baby, why stay together?

Lovin´ you is killin´ me
Can I be all that you need?

Girl, I thought you would be here forever
Already peeped when you said you leavin´, your keys was on the dresser
I made your closet a million dollars in tees and sweaters
And if I add those Birkins to that and tell Tiffany how much I spent on Tiffany for you, I would be here forever
In and out of my feelings in foreigns, double-R truck with the Forgis
Hoodie on too like it´s pourin´
Glove on like Michael performin´
Put you on top, you was horny
I made you climax before me
Huh?
Ten thousand dollars on these pants, wore ´em once, it´s whatever
From Arti, Arti´s what she call me, it´s nights I remember

We had 9s and MAC-11s, it was not September
And it get gangster on this bitch, you can´t just slide whenever

You gotta pay the toll where I come from
You gotta pay the price to get it

You know it get rough with the riders
You know when you´re with me, you can walk through the fire
Put you on my shoulders, carry you like Mariah
Took you to an island, I took you to them islands
I just wanna munch, you don´t gotta act spicy
You know I´m from the Bronx, they like my style, so they bite me
You could never be my wife, you´re just like me
Niggas want me dead and police tryna indict me
´Cause they know I´m quick to put a nigga on a white tee

Lovin´ you is killin´ me (On a white tee, put a nigga right up on a white tee like mmm)
Can I be all that you need? (On a white tee, I only like you up in the white, hmm)
Sometimes, I fall down on my knees
Oh, it´s killin´
Oh, it´s killin´
Oh, it´s killin´ me