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Love You So Lyrics - Free City - St. Lunatics

Ooh, I loved you so 

(You know I loved you right) 

But why I loved you, I'll never know 

(I never, I never knew girl, you see) 

Ooh, the pain you put me through 

(You know the pain right, you can feel my pain right) 

You know you've killed, now I lust for you 

(Uh, to the gateway, now check it out, yo) 

 

Now since I've came in the game, money and fame, I love it 

But whoever thought I'd wake up one mornin' with no budget 

It's Cardi the golden kid with that older shit 

I live, learn, learn to live, the older I get 

And I remember Thursdays, hungry Thursdays 

'Bout sixteen, seventeen, 'um, murphy age 

But this rap game I love it, it's like I'm married to it 

I proposed on clue, she said, "I'd be happy to do it" 

 

Gave her a kiss, mmwha, she gave me fifty G's 

Silly Cardi I spent it, now Cardi on his knees 

Now I'm livin' reality, a biggie smalls theme 

Askin' for one more chance to show her what I really mean 

She said, "You done seen a lotta things baby bro'" 

Even best friends turned and take out videos 

I got with the 'tics, ei, still no deal 

'Til sugar said, "Chill baby, everything is fo' reel, c'mon" 

 

Ooh, I loved you so 

But why I loved you, I'll never know 

Ooh, the pain you put me through 

You know you've killed, now I lust for you 

 

Nineteen-ninety-six, let's sign these papers 

(Hurry up, sign right here) 

So we can get these papers and give these hoes the vapors 

Double-dumb entertainment dropped, gimme what you got 

Off top, 'tics hot, even sent you a shot 

(Double-dumb nine seven) 

Didn't want Nelly on it, said his verse didn't fit 

Some ol' seperatin' shit, ten percent ass bitch 

Whole town love us, no one is above us 

Treated you, no talent, knowin' niggas like brothas 

 

No street team, no promotion 

Just woof tickets, raw fuckin', no lotion 

One year later you decide to drop an EP 

At the same time drop us, that confuse me 

So like a bastard child, we on our own 

Put out and left alone, y'all wont answer the phone 

It took a little time but we got it ourself 

Five million records later, now y'all askin' for wealth 

(One, two, three, four, five) 

Nigga please 

 

You know what I'm sayin', life is crazy 

You know what I'm sayin', you got choices in life 

But bro' when you make 'em 

You gotta make 'em and make 'em right 

And if you ain't makin' 'em right it's just crazy 

You ain't got nobody else to blame 

Nobody but yourself 

You know what I'm sayin', mad truth to that 

 

Let me pretend that I'm a lawyer and explain the situation 

Facin' three-to-one five across state, humiliation 

St. Louis set it off, phone calls was long distance 

(Ayyo, it's four birdies in Houston) 

C'mon, send some one to get 'em, who would do it for a grand? 

Eighteen, only thing on our mind was that killer money 

From Missouri to the T E X A S 

Two cats strapped it tight, right up under her chest 

 

One-way trip on southwest but she didn't make it that far 

Metal detectors went bizarre, one-way trip to the car 

Your honor, she got a baby that'll drive my granny crazy 

A long distance lawyer that keep on tellin' us maybe 

And we all raise her baby, takin' care of her daily 

This law shit is crazy, never cease to amaze me 

It's different from the eighties, ninety-five to lately 

They givin' out time like dogs givin' out rabies 

(Free city) 

 

Ooh, I loved you so 

But why I loved you, I'll never know 

Ooh, the pain you put me through 

You know you've killed, now I lust for you 

 

Ooh, I loved you so 

But why I loved you, I'll never know 

Ooh, the pain you put me through 

You know you've killed, now I lust for you 

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