ILY Songtext
von Free Party

Hey, okay look, hey, okay look
Hey, hey, I love you, I love you, I
Hey, I love you, I love you, I, okay look, hey
Hey, hey, I love you, I love you
Put nothing else but you in front of you
I trust you with all that I got
You held it down before all this shit popped

Think it′s a shame that you gave me a spot
Know you can't spend it, but know we cannot be friends
You on the bench, little baby, just watch
Wonder if it feel the same at the top
With or without you, my darling, can′t stop
Know this shit written, and all my decisions determine the plot

Party, party, had to turn out the front
All the sacrifices cost me a lot
Killing folly, had to tie my shit up, yeah
That shit cost me a lot, yeah, drive away, hand and sit up, yeah
Yeah, I catch her like Chauncey Phillips, yeah, yeah


I used to code the liquor, switched on me, then you went, oh
Good thing L.A. still be warm in the winters
Round out my life, you ain't close
Ain't chasing shit, baby, I ain′t a swimmer, you know
The way you played it, felt that shit in my soul
Them seven summons, I just brought up the smoke

Thinkin′ how I gave you most of my 20s, damn
I'm a better girl, girl, I′m just sayin'
Parkin′ this far off the bridge, but you don't understand
But I don′t understand, ain't never had to polish that, no
They've been hos, they′ve been staying over one
And walks ′til their wrists feel all the same

Only difference, this one Java Corolla
Only difference, this one came in the Range
I've been too honest lately with my mama
She can see it, but you know you gotta
Chain to get what you need, yeah
I think I agree, yeah, yeah, yeah
I like you shawty (I love you)

Why would I believe in love and love don′t believe in me?
If the heaven is above, who the hell is at my feet? (I love you)
I think I can still do it, I think I can feel the beat


Stick out your, stick out your messages
Get to the top of the phone
Still tryna, still tryna separate
Separate me from your own (I love you)
I love her, never gon' forget her
We love her, never gon′ forget her

Still can't accept what it is
Blame me, I guess, for the pain with her left
But it stayed in my chest for some years
She took that last night of the tour
Got drunk in Seattle, I called you to ramble
Congrats on your family, I don′t understand
Shit, I'm supposed to be asking you how you been

Hold on, fuck that, I think we should try again
Hold on, fuck that, I think I should fly you in
Fly you out, fly the night, buy the house
But I want the cars, the crib, the kids, the feds
To tell you the truth

Don't wanna try with strangers
I got the crib, it′s a pack
Boys in the world, I ain′t French, I ain't, uh
Pistol up under my pillow and kids niggas thinkin′ it's sweet again
Bad niggas know what I put on them, kids niggas thinkin′ it's real

Girl, I love you
Ooh, girl, I love you
Girl, I love you