Love Myself Lyrics – DDG
(DMac on the fuckin’ track)
It’s just Kevin, you hear me?
(Tuned up)
Dealin’ with past traumas, head on the stick and nature
Healin’ to break the cycle
Been a big commitment psycho
I’m willin’ to make you my love (My love)
You’ve been indecisive lately, I’m willin’ to make your mind up
Know we all been through things in the past
That make it difficult to even trust
Hate for you to think that I don’t want you around
I be in the streets, I’m in control right now
Hit me when you free and you get flown out of town
[?], throw that plaga in your soul, pipe down
I never judged you for your past, I just want my turn with you
You know that I’m turnt with you
I’m a big old Muslim, I can have multiple wives
And concubines, monotony, monogamy
Ain’t gon’ work with you, way that I’m livin’, it work different
[DDG:]
My love come with career attached, I can’t love everybody
It don’t cost you a thing to give me a call and tell me you care about me
I put my ex on and she left me, now she for everybody
I can’t let nobody finesse me, I gotta watch everybody
Yeah, okay, can’t love you ’til I love myself (Yeah)
If you don’t hug me, I’ll hug myself
Roll that blunt, but the smoke don’t help, uh
Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again
High go down and I roll up again
Typed up a text I ain’t never gon’ send (I ain’t never gon’ send this shit)
Yeah, okay, too much pride, can’t help myself
I can’t hit it raw, ’cause when I get drunk
I won’t pull out, girl, I know myself, uh (I know myself)
Yeah, okay, go down and I miss you again
High go down and I roll up again
Typed up a text I ain’t never gon’ send
Couple shots in (Drank, drank)
Reminscin’ on the times, I wish we could do it again
I fucked around and had you blocked, but I’m on the burner again
Lookin’ on your page twice, I even be checkin’ your friends
Started questionin’ myself, like, this shit ain’t never gon’ end
I’m never gon’ bend
Bust the racks, I’m ’bout the rapper again (Racks)
I just had to put a wrap on the Benz
They can never catch me lackin’ again (No)
When I think of you, I think of revenge
That’s the reason I be fuckin’ your friends
I don’t think that I could love you again (Uh-uh)
You be fuckin’ ’round with too many men
Yeah, okay, can’t love you ’til I love myself (Yeah)
If you don’t hug me, I’ll hug myself
Roll that blunt, but the smoke don’t help, uh
Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again
High go down and I roll up again
Typed up a text I ain’t never gon’ send (I ain’t never gon’ send this shit)
Yeah, okay, too much pride, can’t help myself
I can’t hit it raw, ’cause when I get drunk
I won’t pull out, girl, I know myself, uh (I know myself)
Yeah, okay, go down and I miss you again
High go down and I roll up again
Typed up a text I ain’t never gon’ send
I’m in the back of the back and I’m countin’ up fetti
I’ll shoot you a text when I’m ready (Yeah)
Still on the road, I’m goin’ from show to a show
I’m movin’ from telly to telly (Cash)
I met a girl in Brooklyn that think I’m a [?]
I got her straight out the deli
All of my industry friends is turnin’ out fake
I fuck around, turn into Melly (Fuck ’em)
No new friends, no (Uh-uh), you are not my homie
AP, two-toned, bust down (Guys), I ain’t got no Rollie’
Fuck the streets, hate the streets, no police (Fuck ’em), they took my brodie
Catfish on the ‘Gram to elite, these hoes on the dough be (Fake)
Photoshop, mix the Henny’ with the Soda Pop
I sit back and observe niggas, I don’t talk much, but I know a lot (Shh)
Told my bitch to curve niggas, she said she do, but I know she not (Bitch)
This rap shit for the birds, nigga, I’ma get a headie, them I’m goin’ pop
