40 Below (Explicit) - Mick Jenkins

Love

You know what do you know about love

What do you possibly think you know about love

You know I'm sick and tired of men usin' love

As some kind of disease you just catch

Love should've brought your a** home last night

I heard you say you sorry you sorry and you tired

You don't love me

You only love your damn self

How she got so cold

How she got so cold

How she got so cold

How she got so cold on me

How she got so cold

So cold so cold

So cold so cold

So cold

How she got so cold on me

How she got so cold

How she got so cold

How she got so cold

How she got so cold

How she got so cold

How she got so cold

How she got so cold on me

How she got so cold

Cause the last that I remember

Think I left you in December

But it feel like February on a ni**a

How she got so cold

Shawty was a beauty from the start I was seventeen

That's when I took notice of a sculpture angelic

Though I knew it was a long way from heavenly

Can I kick it

Skip the visitation let her know I need the digit

Young ni**a all I really had was jokes

Just finessin' she a low key blessin'

I didn't even know

Not reminiscin' just lamentin on mistakes I made

Random nights I lurked on her Facebook page

Youngin' thinkin' like my time right

I done got my mind right

Yeah she heard that mixtape

I got a little limelight I let her know

She didn't let up learned a lesson when she let me go

Just let me sing and this is how it go

I could hold it down

Want to be your ni**a

Want to be your ni**a

She said not right now

She said not right now

I said how you figure

I said how you figure

I could hold it down down down down down down

Want to hold it down down down down down down

I could hold it down down down down down down down