"ILY" lyrics

I love you I love you
Put nothing above you
I'm for you
I trust you with all I that I got
You held it down before all this shit popped
Think it's Shame that you gave up your spot
No you can't spin the bin
No we can not we be friends
You on the bench lil baby just watch
Wonder if it feels same at the top
With or without you
My darling can't stop
Know the shit written and all my decisions determine the plot
Party party had to Turn up the function
Cause all these sacrifices cost me alot
Caleb Farley had to titan my Shìt up
That shit cost me a lot
Driveway hitting sit ups
I cash out like Chauncey bill ups

I used to cope with the liquor
Switch on me then you went cold
Good thing LA still be warm in the winters
Ran out my life you went ghost
Ain't chasing shit baby I ain't a sprinter
You know

The way you played it felt that shit in my soul
Them 7 summers I just rolled up and smoked
Thinking how I gave you most of my 20's
Don't regret it but girl I'm just saying
Why come this far with the boy just go back and sit in the stands
That I don't understand
But never had a problem starting over
Different hoes they been staying over
Morning walks to the whips feel all the same
Only difference this one drive a Corolla
Only difference this one came in a range
I been to honest lately with my momma
She keep saying boy you know gotta change to get what you need
I think I agree
I love you shawty but not more than me

Now why would I believe in love
When loving don't believe in me
If the heaven is above do that mean hell is at my feet
I think I can feel the heat
I think I can feel it
Still got ya
Still got ya messages
Pinned to the top of the phone
Still tryna
Still tryna separate
Separate me from ya hold
I know
Our love wasn't never goin fade
We love we lost we can't
Still can't accept what it is
Blame me I guess
Thought the pain would've left
But it stayed in my chest for some years
Shiddddd
Til the last night of the tour
Got drunk in Seattle
I called you to ramble
Congrats on your family
I don't understand
Shit I'm posed to be asking ya how ya been
Hold on fuck dat I think we should try again
Hold on fuck that I think I should fly you in
Fly you out

Tie the knot
Buy the house
Girl I want the
Cars the crib the kids the fears the tears the years with you
I don't wanna try with a stranger
Let's cop a crib in Topanga
Boy seen world and playing the fence too dangerous
Pistol up under my pillow in case niggas thinking it's sweet again
Let niggas know what I been on in case niggas thinking it's me or him