Tiffanys

Loving you is killing me

Can I be all that you need?

Sometimes I fall down on my knees

Oh, it's killing me

Oh, it's killing me

I told you that it's okay, you could make a mess

I know you wanna go away, let's take a jet

Lost love inside my heart, but you could take what's left

I wanna taste your pussy, I wanna test your flesh

My **** all flea, you could see by the V's how we coming

Before these songs, I use to profit 120 a 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 time to go trust her

Me and my bros so loyal even when we don't speak to each other

And if ten toes was a person, it would be me in them Butta's

And word to Cynthia, I be wishing it was me instead of Butta

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 loving you is killing me, baby, why stay together?

Loving you is killing me

Can I be all that you need?

But I thought you would be here forever

Already peeped when you said you leaving, 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 pouring

Glove on, like Michael performing

Put you on top, you was horny

I made you climax before me, huh

10 thousand dollars on these pants worn once, it's whatever

Chrome Hearted Arty is what she call me, it was nights I remember

We had 9's and MAC 11's, it was not September

And it get gangsta on this bridge, you can't just slide whenever

You gotta pay the toll where I come from

You gotta pay the price to come in

You know it get ruff with the ryders

You know when you wit' me, you could walk through the fire

Put you on my shoulders, carry you like Mariah

Took you to an island, he took you to Long Island

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

**** want me dead, and police tryna indict me

'Cause they know I'm quick to put a **** on a white tee

Loving you is killing me

On white, hmm, put a **** right up on a white tee

Can I be all that you need?

Sometimes I fall down on my knees

Oh, it's killing me

Oh, it's killing me

Oh, it's killing me