Love Me by Sene Lyrics
[VERSE 1]
I told my homie, he should go and make love or make peace
But in between please make sure you makin' ends meat
Ain't a place but the slammer, you can stay in your pajamas
Eatin' three meals, and livin' in a room rent-free
Actin' too cool for school, I saw my homie hustlin'
Five days they busted him, in five-ways they fuckin' him
My days spent like money when it's budgetin'
Two hours can sleep while the others I be humpin' with
And I don't run around and front like "yo I run this shit"
But I don't run from shit, you Forrest Gumpin' it
Would y'all support me if I talked about guns and clips
And started disrespectin' women, call em "sluts" and "tricks"
How 'bout if on the come-up I would just get bucks and split
And never spit again, Would you be listenin'?
They say they love me but they fussin' show me different
And now I love my distance, Misses
[HOOK]
Can't say I did it without love
But wouldn't say that love did it for me
Baby some time it's bound to
Come down to what are you doing for me?
Me me me me
What are you doing for me?
Me me me me
[VERSE 2]
That's when she wrote me dear john letters, tears on sweaters
Never fall in love again from here on ever
See I was here for pleasure, fucks with all this pressure
Krush Groove too, now they say I'm tough as leather
Some people measure life like a night light, they never wanna sleep alone
She shut it off but they keep it on
Just like they keep it going even when they misarrive
Couldn't keep their lady it's a shame they couldn't do they job
Still they sneakers hot and they whip is tough
Bumpin' thug raps loud until they speakers pop
I love once a year when I try to speak to pops
And then we fight again, so we don't speak a lot
My day-to-day is like a flick ahead and people plow
Full length feature god see's 'em like the preachers gwap
Yeah, god featured in the preachers plot
God giveth every reason that I love my job
HOOK
Verse 3
My atributes are simple, aspiring to be an actor/rapper packin' dimples
Ion' hold heaters but good lord Jesus knows If I did shoot
That I would blast an instrumental, huge wholes in it
Top-notch women, no hoes when I'm roller coastin' life and so I roll wit' it
Punches? I'mma go twelve rounds speed bag puffin weed
Y'all should probably pack your lunches
They say to take this route it takes you out
But I got an easy pass, won't see me needing cash
Believe me, got it figured out, plans are bigger now
Indeedy, it's like my blueprint eats wheaties
It's like my shoeprints don't even need me
And Sene's just the title, cause most of you don't see me
I love to get a nine-to-five to satisfy my moms
Cause she told me love isn't love if it doesn't feed me
HOOK
I told my homie, he should go and make love or make peace
But in between please make sure you makin' ends meat
Ain't a place but the slammer, you can stay in your pajamas
Eatin' three meals, and livin' in a room rent-free
Actin' too cool for school, I saw my homie hustlin'
Five days they busted him, in five-ways they fuckin' him
My days spent like money when it's budgetin'
Two hours can sleep while the others I be humpin' with
And I don't run around and front like "yo I run this shit"
But I don't run from shit, you Forrest Gumpin' it
Would y'all support me if I talked about guns and clips
And started disrespectin' women, call em "sluts" and "tricks"
How 'bout if on the come-up I would just get bucks and split
And never spit again, Would you be listenin'?
They say they love me but they fussin' show me different
And now I love my distance, Misses
[HOOK]
Can't say I did it without love
But wouldn't say that love did it for me
Baby some time it's bound to
Come down to what are you doing for me?
Me me me me
What are you doing for me?
Me me me me
[VERSE 2]
That's when she wrote me dear john letters, tears on sweaters
Never fall in love again from here on ever
See I was here for pleasure, fucks with all this pressure
Krush Groove too, now they say I'm tough as leather
Some people measure life like a night light, they never wanna sleep alone
She shut it off but they keep it on
Just like they keep it going even when they misarrive
Couldn't keep their lady it's a shame they couldn't do they job
Still they sneakers hot and they whip is tough
Bumpin' thug raps loud until they speakers pop
I love once a year when I try to speak to pops
And then we fight again, so we don't speak a lot
My day-to-day is like a flick ahead and people plow
Full length feature god see's 'em like the preachers gwap
Yeah, god featured in the preachers plot
God giveth every reason that I love my job
HOOK
Verse 3
My atributes are simple, aspiring to be an actor/rapper packin' dimples
Ion' hold heaters but good lord Jesus knows If I did shoot
That I would blast an instrumental, huge wholes in it
Top-notch women, no hoes when I'm roller coastin' life and so I roll wit' it
Punches? I'mma go twelve rounds speed bag puffin weed
Y'all should probably pack your lunches
They say to take this route it takes you out
But I got an easy pass, won't see me needing cash
Believe me, got it figured out, plans are bigger now
Indeedy, it's like my blueprint eats wheaties
It's like my shoeprints don't even need me
And Sene's just the title, cause most of you don't see me
I love to get a nine-to-five to satisfy my moms
Cause she told me love isn't love if it doesn't feed me
HOOK