How To Love

K. Michelle

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    Turn the music up, oh, up, up, up
    A little louder, yeah

    See I done had a lot of dudes, and done I broke a few hearts
    I had my share of women
    But they never really showed me
    How to love, mmm, how to love
    I done had a lot of ballers that's willing to spend whatever
    When I spent the money, I still didn't have it together
    I realized, that money's temporary,
    Now I wanna settle down, now I wanna get married

    Tried to date a dentist, saw him every weekend
    Tried to ignore the fact that he had a girlfriend
    That's fucked up, he already was in love

    Then I thought I was a lesbian
    And got a girlfriend, the bad bitch was crazy
    And she hopped up on my benz
    She done ran up to L A, now she fucking my best friend
    I swear on my life I'll never date that stupid bitch again

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    Then I tried to date a rapper, no offense you still dope
    But how I'm supposed to get to know you when you texting quotes?
    You too deep, have some fun, just breathe

    See I done had a lot of dudes, and I done broke a few hearts
    I had my share of women
    But they never really showed me
    How to love, mmm, how to love
    I done had a lot of ballers that's willing to spend whatever
    When I spent the money, I still didn't have it together
    I realized, that money's temporary,
    Now I wanna settle down, now I wanna get married

    Damn I used to date a singer, I thought it was love
    I thought I was fun,
    And I know that he care about me
    But that really ain't enough,
    Cause I just really miss him much, miss you much

    Then I used to date a boxer,
    He went and married a stripper
    Then I saw her face and remembered we used to tip her
    That's fucked up, damn, that's really fucked up

    Hey, then I dated this pussy who thought that he was diddy
    But they shot that shit down, no more his committee
    But next time I'll be a little smarter
    Even out my budget try to keep up with the Carters
    And I just need y'all to know
    I'm far from usual, usual
    And, I hear all y'all talking, and haters too
    I don't give a fuck about you
    Stupid bitch, and I don't know when my album coming out
    What the fuck
    But I'm not giving up,
    I'm not a slop, your mama is
    And I ain't babying y'all men
    Ain't got but one kid
    And I don't get child support for that one, why not, why not?

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