You love him, you love them, you love her
You love so much you love when love hurts
You love red bottom and gold that say “Queen”
You love hand-bag on the waist of your jean
You love French tip and trip that pay for
You love bank slip that tell you we paid more
You love a good hand whenever the card dealt
But what love got to do with it when you don’t love yourself?
I know your secrets nigga
Mood swings is frequent nigga
I know depression is restin’ on your heart for two reasons nigga
I know you and a couple block boys ain’t been speakin’ nigga
Y'all damn near beefin’, I seen it and your the reason nigga
And if this bottle could talk I cry myself to sleep
Bitch everything is your fault
I promise that I know you very well Your eyes never lie even if they fell Out the sky and your optics? turn stale Where they mow that’s green I can see you fit the bill Of living in a world that come with Plan B Cause Plan A only can make another mistake And you can’t see success coming from plan C When it all breaks you, you still say you love me And love them and love when you love her You love so much, you love when love hurts You love fast cars and their present is old You love fast women You love keepin’ control Of everything you love, you love beef You love streets, you love runnin’, duckin’ police You love your hood, might even love it to death But what love got to do with it when you don’t love yourself?