Lyrics Don Q – In Love With The Music
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At this point, I’m just too in love with the music
I take your number and use it (ah yeah), you said if I lo… I guess I was stuck off that Houston (guess I was stuck off that Houston) but you love to get fucked when I use it
I take your number and use it
You said if I love you then prove it
Guess I was in love with the music
Guess I be too stuck off that Houston
Yeah I take my drugs and abuse it
Said you had enough I was useless
But you love to get fucked when I use it
Never seen a nigga do it better (never)
Louie sweater when it’s coogi weather
Taking rides in the coupe whenever it’s a bunch of shit that we can do forever. (yeah)
Don shit, black suits forever (forever)
I don’t want none of your royalty (nah)
Just let me back with your loyalty (loyalty)
What if my momma aborted me?
What if we never had talent (never had talent)
I bet all these bitches would vanish
When they turnt off the cable I panicked
And we sat at the table and slanted
They counted us out now they counting on me I don’t need a accountant to count it for me I just feel like they just threw a mountain on me, I just talked to Peter bet that house is on me
Yeah I got it nigga… yeah I got us nigga
I’m taking your mom out the projects nigga
Just open a safety deposit nigga
Just bring out the bank if you shopping with us
I might drop a mall in my closet nigga
Might bring out the foreign no mileage with it
We started off in them Honda Civics way before them hoes was even tryna kick it
At this point, I’m just too in love with the music
It was one girl that I always wanted (always wanted)
Tried to holla but she always fronted (always fronted)
Had my number never called or nothing
Guess cause I wasn’t a baller stunting
Too busy chasing them rap stars cause they stacks large with them fast cars
Niggas with houses and backyards, swiping unlimited black cards
Didn’t see my potential, had it what it take she didn’t see my credentials
Kicked out the house had to sleep in a rental
All these thoughts siting deep in my mental
How to hustle everyday I lurk
I prayed to God for everything I earned
Yeah it’s passed and the tables turned
And if you want me now you gotta wait your turn
Now I just honk when I drive past her, walk to the car then I drive faster
I text her now she reply faster
Cause I am one hella of a fly rapper
Might still fuck her then let her be
Who gives a fuck if we ever speak
But I’m prepared if we ever meet, so I keep designer on me from head to feet. (yeah yeah)
At this point, I’m just too in love with the music
I take your number and use it (ah yeah), you said if I lo… I guess I was stuck off that Houston (guess I was stuck off that Houston) but you love to get fucked when I use it
