[Angel Hill] Love me, Love me You don´t really love me Love me, Love me You don´t really love me
[Angel Hill & Caskey] I give too much trust (I give too much trust) Never get enough back from you This ain´t what it was (This ain´t what it was) This shit always comes back to you
[Caskey] Gave my heart to the game And I ain´t get shit in return for it It comes to those who want it most You got to yearn for it You live you learn And lord knows that I done learned from it The shit I been through it could turn stomachs I got scars on my body Cigars on Bacardi As I´m riding through the hills
I see stars out the ´rarri Doing things I said I´d never do Momma I´m sorry I don´t bring the entourage to the party Cause you don´t really
[Angel Hill] Love me, Love me You don´t really love me Love me, Love me You don´t really love me
[Angel Hill & Caskey] I give too much trust (I give too much trust) Never get enough back from you This ain´t what it was (This ain´t what it was) This shit always comes back to you
[Caskey] Aye, searching for love in this rap game Sort of like online dating on tinder If you want something genuine Well that´s time wasted I put people on never got a thing in return They was kinda hating Learned from it Now you will never hear they name brought up in a conversation Scars from my own friends plus the people I don´t know A deadly combination Put a chip on my shoulder I want total domination Compilation of my life flashed before my eyes Thought that I was near death It was intoxicating Cryptic message from my pops
Cause I only ever see him in the constellations Contemplating what my life is and what life ain´t In dire need of some consummation Cause they say I can But my own head saying I can´t You ever put ten years in a dream Still fearing that it might tank And no one ever reaching down To give a helping hand from the high ranks That´s this shit The black sheep cause I always felt like a misfit The waves everyone was riding on I missed it But really I didn´t miss a thing Cause it only made me self sufficient and more artistic They don´t love you man you gotta be realistic
[Angel Hill]
Love me, Love me You don´t really love me Love me, Love me You don´t really love me
[Angel Hill & Caskey] I give too much trust (I give too much trust) Never get enough back from you This ain´t what it was (This ain´t what it was) This shit always comes back to you