Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Me Now, artist - Jon Connor. Date of issue: 11.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Love Me Now |
| Yah |
| Fuck it, I’m hungry, but I ain’t bitin' my tougue |
| So as far as my pride, I ain’t swallowin' none |
| Stubborn, I’m stuck in my habit, it’s like the life of a nun |
| Like suidcide and I’m choosin' between this knife or this gun |
| Either way, «I was fucked,» that’s what they always told me |
| At the bottom you broke and at the top it get lonely |
| I ain’t sleepin' for days cause of this dream that I have |
| I’m livin' on niggas couches, gave everything thing that I had |
| Bein' real ain’t easy cause if it was it could rest more |
| I’m from Flint I get hated by niggas I’m tryin' rep for |
| Death to the motherfuckin' soul of you haters |
| You can hate on me now, ya’ll be thanking me later |
| I wear my city like this A Squad tat on my arm |
| Fli City, what up! |
| Michigan til I’m gone |
| My paps left when I was twelve, I’m used to being alone |
| But this shit made me strong so thank God he was gone |
| So now it’s… |
| (Do you love me now!) x2 |
| I’m from the hood where broke niggas killin' broke niggas |
| Ya’ll ain’t gon' be happy til there ain’t no moe niggas |
| Was a po' nigga, now I’m doin' rich nigga shit |
| All my life, I was thinkin' how a rich think |
| Ya’ll mad when other races call us, «nigga» |
| My homie, Miney, died, a black man was his killa |
| Meanin' the complexion was the same as mine behind that trigga |
| So a word has no power except for what we give it |
| On this earth, we destroy for the slightest difference |
| Shit, I’ma fuck around and start my own religion |
| Cause I ain’t been to heaven yet so I don’t know who wrong |
| The affect is death so I can’t condone whoever dropped the bomb |
| Look |
| Between the box-views on Fox News |
| And the bullshit that the cops do |
| Ya’ll wonder how I got apostles |
| I ain’t the only one to feel hostile |
| As long as air’s in my nostrils |
| I’ma speak for all of my peeps |
| Whether you black, white |
| Or you candy-striped |
| Let’s go, get on your feet |
| Talk to me now |
| My thing is this, I want us to continue getting money for the next fifteen |
| years instead of fallin' off cause we’re not putting no social commentaries |
| into the rap |
| (Do you love me now!) x3 |
| Yeah |
| If I’m in your line of sight, I shine so bright that they can’t see no mo' |
| If you don’t live for somethin', what you breathin' fo' |
| We all put on this earth for reasons we don’t even know |
| I knew I was the one, even when the odds ain’t even know |
| Blessin’s in they face but niggas too blind to receive it though |
| Fall and get back up, it ain’t the end, just wasn’t your season, bro |
| Hard pill to swallow but falling short make you need it mo' |
| Go through hell to get to heaven, yeah, that seems reasonable |
| The closest people to me ain’t here no mo', that’s why I can’t stop |
| James told me I was gon' make it, and he ain’t here to watch |
| Right before the crash, Jack said, «Give it everything you got,» |
| Mrs. Warber said, «Never pretend you somethin' that you not,» |
| Monty believed in me more than himself, and then he got shot |
| So they live through me, through these rhymes until my casket drop |
| So to the critics and my haters, ya’ll can see it in my eyes |
| That I ain’t ever gon' die, so suck my dick til you get the prize |
| Tell me |
| Do you love me now |
| Do you love me now |
| Here’s what I think needs to be done, man. |
| C’mon man, at the end of these |
| records we listen to, we don’t get nothing out of 'em no mo'. |
| We don’t get no |
| social commentaries, we don’t get no kind of knowledge out these records. |
| Everybody just talkin' about how many chains they got on and how much dope |
| they sold. |
| But the truth of the matter is, I don’t believe you. |
| Then these kids |
| out here, listenin' to us, and lookin' up to us cause a lot of them don’t have |
| no father figure in their house. |
| And every record you get on, you lying 'bout |
| some dope. |
| Cause if you gon' talk about squares and talk about the drug game, |
| you need to talk about the bad side of the drug game too. |
| What about when you |
| get busted and go to jail? |
| What about when your mama and your wife and your |
| kids is cryin' cause, cause they at home and you in prison in a cell? |
| What about that part of the dope game? |
| Everybody’s talkin' about how many cars |
| and how many jewels they gon' buy, and how many squares comin' off, |
| but ain’t nobody talkin' bout the other side of. |
| So if you gon' talk about |
| that, you got to talk bout both sides. |
| Well, guess what. |
| I’m takin' a stance |
| against the powers, I’m takin' a stance against the lie, and I’m tellin' you we |
| need to stop doin' all this old negative stuff. |
| We need to stop promotin' the |
| wrong thing |