"Don't Love Me" lyrics
Abhi The Nomad & Illmac Lyrics
Don't love me when I'm here
Homie don't give me no flowers I'd rather pick the roses from my lawn
Don't love me when I'm here
Save it for the likes on the selfie and you can post it when I'm gone
Don't love me when I'm here
Save it for a tat on your arm, get my face or a quote from my songs
Don't love me when I'm here
Save it for the interviews, tell my story, make us look closer than we are
[Illmac:]
Just celebrate my life with the fans and raise funds I couldn't provide for the fam before cashin my own chips in
Watch ya favorite rappers come out of the woodwork sayin I was they favorite rapper
Little late- guess that's show business
Watch the poles shift when my soul lift from a frame fastened with clothespins and broke stitching exposing holes in it
Show my past rose tinted, know my future ghostwritten oh well- my presence will be felt once my pulse isn't
[Abhi The Nomad:]
Coast to coast in my black sonata dawg I'm road tripping
Life contrast in black and white till po-po enter
And catch me greyed out in the driver seat then I'm code switching
(What's the problem, officer?)
I am a mess though, should really know different
My notes app is a manifesto, the goal is to spread the message
As far and wide as the whole globe can stretch for
I planted a pair of headphones on the planet and kept panning an echo
Like fuck the world and let the siren blast
[Illmac:]
Drugs violence crime and rap, duckin time and wire taps
Sell my soul n buy it back once the prices crash
Hunting like a diamondback finding rats
They run and hide and justify the facts
When I come alive the sky is black
No wonder why justice blind as bats
Ain't see the bloody knife behind my back, numb it like its spinal tap
I'm just a fly that's trapped, stuck inside a funnel spider web
I die I'm comin back, the Butterfly Effect'll flood entire maps
Don't love me when I'm here
Homie don't give me no flowers I'd rather pick the roses from my lawn
Don't love me when I'm here
Save it for the likes on the selfie and you can post it when I'm gone
Don't love me when I'm here
Save it for a tat on your arm, get my face or a quote from my songs
Don't love me when I'm here
Save it for the interviews, tell my story, make us look closer than we are
[Abhi The Nomad:]
You don't gotta love me when I'm here still
When I die throw your hands from to side to side like wiper windshields
I watered my seeds and let the windchill work
You botted your streams, you know gas station dick pills hurt (I'm too hard)
When I die I'll bring a list of questions for any omnipresent being
Including "do my verses hit still?"
There go a line of all these artists who never co-signed me to their audience
That suddenly know how my dick feels
[Illmac:]
When I die they should probably grind my body to fish meal
Cremate me then my ashes get dropped from the sky like chemtrails
Uzumaki spirals reside inside of my pen still
I'll rise from my grave, my eyes in the shape of pin wheels
And reassemble my limbs with rusty screws and a twist drill
My life the horror genre, I plotted it like a kids film
Have conversations inside of my mind with Ishmael
Ascending consciousness while God is watching with mixed feels
[Abhi The Nomad:]
Flying off the kicks I can't believe it I know how pigs feel
Let the single slap in the whip till the chips peel
Haters rioting ready to write up entire sentences like I should die or something
I'm trying I'm suicidal, bitch sit still
Copyright my cadence with lawyers this a legit will
AI ghostwriters jack the flows and spit bullshit still
Don't let 'em drop any posthumous clips
I'll push a casket and come back with malice like a Clipse deal
Don't love me when I'm here
Homie don't give me no flowers I'd rather pick the roses from my lawn
Don't love me when I'm here
Save it for the likes on the selfie and you can post it when I'm gone
Don't love me when I'm here
Save it for a tat on your arm, get my face or a quote from my songs
Don't love me when I'm here
Save it for the interviews, tell my story, make us look closer than we are
Homie don't give me no flowers I'd rather pick the roses from my lawn
Don't love me when I'm here
Save it for the likes on the selfie and you can post it when I'm gone
Don't love me when I'm here
Save it for a tat on your arm, get my face or a quote from my songs
Don't love me when I'm here
Save it for the interviews, tell my story, make us look closer than we are
[Illmac:]
Just celebrate my life with the fans and raise funds I couldn't provide for the fam before cashin my own chips in
Watch ya favorite rappers come out of the woodwork sayin I was they favorite rapper
Little late- guess that's show business
Watch the poles shift when my soul lift from a frame fastened with clothespins and broke stitching exposing holes in it
Show my past rose tinted, know my future ghostwritten oh well- my presence will be felt once my pulse isn't
[Abhi The Nomad:]
Coast to coast in my black sonata dawg I'm road tripping
Life contrast in black and white till po-po enter
And catch me greyed out in the driver seat then I'm code switching
(What's the problem, officer?)
I am a mess though, should really know different
My notes app is a manifesto, the goal is to spread the message
As far and wide as the whole globe can stretch for
I planted a pair of headphones on the planet and kept panning an echo
Like fuck the world and let the siren blast
[Illmac:]
Drugs violence crime and rap, duckin time and wire taps
Sell my soul n buy it back once the prices crash
Hunting like a diamondback finding rats
They run and hide and justify the facts
When I come alive the sky is black
No wonder why justice blind as bats
Ain't see the bloody knife behind my back, numb it like its spinal tap
I'm just a fly that's trapped, stuck inside a funnel spider web
I die I'm comin back, the Butterfly Effect'll flood entire maps
Don't love me when I'm here
Homie don't give me no flowers I'd rather pick the roses from my lawn
Don't love me when I'm here
Save it for the likes on the selfie and you can post it when I'm gone
Don't love me when I'm here
Save it for a tat on your arm, get my face or a quote from my songs
Don't love me when I'm here
Save it for the interviews, tell my story, make us look closer than we are
[Abhi The Nomad:]
You don't gotta love me when I'm here still
When I die throw your hands from to side to side like wiper windshields
I watered my seeds and let the windchill work
You botted your streams, you know gas station dick pills hurt (I'm too hard)
When I die I'll bring a list of questions for any omnipresent being
Including "do my verses hit still?"
There go a line of all these artists who never co-signed me to their audience
That suddenly know how my dick feels
[Illmac:]
When I die they should probably grind my body to fish meal
Cremate me then my ashes get dropped from the sky like chemtrails
Uzumaki spirals reside inside of my pen still
I'll rise from my grave, my eyes in the shape of pin wheels
And reassemble my limbs with rusty screws and a twist drill
My life the horror genre, I plotted it like a kids film
Have conversations inside of my mind with Ishmael
Ascending consciousness while God is watching with mixed feels
[Abhi The Nomad:]
Flying off the kicks I can't believe it I know how pigs feel
Let the single slap in the whip till the chips peel
Haters rioting ready to write up entire sentences like I should die or something
I'm trying I'm suicidal, bitch sit still
Copyright my cadence with lawyers this a legit will
AI ghostwriters jack the flows and spit bullshit still
Don't let 'em drop any posthumous clips
I'll push a casket and come back with malice like a Clipse deal
Don't love me when I'm here
Homie don't give me no flowers I'd rather pick the roses from my lawn
Don't love me when I'm here
Save it for the likes on the selfie and you can post it when I'm gone
Don't love me when I'm here
Save it for a tat on your arm, get my face or a quote from my songs
Don't love me when I'm here
Save it for the interviews, tell my story, make us look closer than we are
