High In Love by John Ibe Lyrics
[Intro/Verse 1: John Ibe]
Back up in the city on the beltway
Why you post a selfie every Sunday
You should pray to god in your free time
Why you worried 'bout them niggas who is love blind
I know we don't see eye to eye now
Weigh out every option before you cry now
You should take your feelings on the road
Where you was when i was in the cold?
Every other nigga tellin' lies to you
Girl i'm head over heels and I rhyme for you
Why you think I dropped all them girls who was calling me texting me
Girl you the one but I knew you was next to me
Birds of a feather only flock together
Why you in a house when its sunny weather
Saw you in the back cause you was trendsetter
Books full of love like i'm Helen Keller
{Chorus]
Tell me we improving girl
Are we getting better?
Why you telling fables, girl i thought that you were special
I told all my friend I was really puttin' effort
How am i supposed to show you that I love you if you extra?
Tell me why you fucking with that other nigga?
Excuses in the past paint a different picture
Fresh on me and got me feeling bitter
Love breaking down like a pack of swishers!
{Verse 2: John Ibe]
Pay for it,Pay for it,Pay for it
That's how i feel about love but i can't afford it
We know money make a woman open up her organs
Sad truth but don't nobody want some shit that's boring
A broke nigga with no car and he ain't gorgeous
That's like tryna shoot a shot when you bench warming
That's like tryna keep it cold when the stove burning
That's like tryna see the wave but you ain't surfing
See what I learned about life is that its real life
And real only means real when it feel right
And yet they say i got a future lookin' real bright
So i don't even talk to hoes keep em out of sight
I want my wife pussy better than tight
The tight when nigga's say they hit and I know that they lyin
Know that i'm crying
I give you all but you ain't tryin'
Keep it up and i'm gonna throw the 2 fingers goodbye
{Chorus]
Tell me we improving girl
Are we getting better?
Why you telling fables, girl i thought that you were special
I told all my friend I was really puttin' effort
How am i supposed to show you that I love you if you extra?
Tell me why you fucking with that other nigga?
Excuses in the past paint a different picture
Fresh on me and got me feeling bitter
Love breaking down like a pack of swishers!
Back up in the city on the beltway
Why you post a selfie every Sunday
You should pray to god in your free time
Why you worried 'bout them niggas who is love blind
I know we don't see eye to eye now
Weigh out every option before you cry now
You should take your feelings on the road
Where you was when i was in the cold?
Every other nigga tellin' lies to you
Girl i'm head over heels and I rhyme for you
Why you think I dropped all them girls who was calling me texting me
Girl you the one but I knew you was next to me
Birds of a feather only flock together
Why you in a house when its sunny weather
Saw you in the back cause you was trendsetter
Books full of love like i'm Helen Keller
{Chorus]
Tell me we improving girl
Are we getting better?
Why you telling fables, girl i thought that you were special
I told all my friend I was really puttin' effort
How am i supposed to show you that I love you if you extra?
Tell me why you fucking with that other nigga?
Excuses in the past paint a different picture
Fresh on me and got me feeling bitter
Love breaking down like a pack of swishers!
{Verse 2: John Ibe]
Pay for it,Pay for it,Pay for it
That's how i feel about love but i can't afford it
We know money make a woman open up her organs
Sad truth but don't nobody want some shit that's boring
A broke nigga with no car and he ain't gorgeous
That's like tryna shoot a shot when you bench warming
That's like tryna keep it cold when the stove burning
That's like tryna see the wave but you ain't surfing
See what I learned about life is that its real life
And real only means real when it feel right
And yet they say i got a future lookin' real bright
So i don't even talk to hoes keep em out of sight
I want my wife pussy better than tight
The tight when nigga's say they hit and I know that they lyin
Know that i'm crying
I give you all but you ain't tryin'
Keep it up and i'm gonna throw the 2 fingers goodbye
{Chorus]
Tell me we improving girl
Are we getting better?
Why you telling fables, girl i thought that you were special
I told all my friend I was really puttin' effort
How am i supposed to show you that I love you if you extra?
Tell me why you fucking with that other nigga?
Excuses in the past paint a different picture
Fresh on me and got me feeling bitter
Love breaking down like a pack of swishers!