Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Love Me , by - Potluck. Song from the album Straight Outta Humboldt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.09.2006
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
Love Me |
| Do you, love me |
| Cause everybody knows my name and I gained a little power & fame? |
| Do you, love me |
| Cause I’m rappin' on this stage and it pays more than minimum wage? |
| Do you, love me |
| That’s what you’re saying in my face, but I’ll catch you if you’re real or |
| you’re fake? |
| Why don’t you, love me |
| For being me? |
| But I’ll never know, so I’ll never let my feelings grow |
| When I was growing up young, I didn’t have no girl |
| The music got me sprung, dreamed of rockin' the world |
| Then we started doing show, now I’m learnin' 'bout ho’s |
| The power of this microphone got 'em taking off they clothes |
| It’s too easy now, so every girl I think is sleazy now |
| Eeny, meeny, miney, mo. |
| I pick a ho when she is down |
| Incredible in bed, says she loves me too |
| But the voices in my head say, «Josh, don’t be a fool.» |
| I’m lovin' what I’m doin' cause I’m rappin' for a livin' |
| And we’re steady on this mission |
| But there’s still something missin' |
| She loves a musician, lovin' my emmision |
| But the first time we kicked it, she was on my dick kissin' |
| Is that a groupie, or am I the dumbest man alive |
| I must be stupid, I tried to make this girl my wife |
| To make a long story short, now she’s gone |
| And I’m sitting here alone writing words to this song |
| And I’m scarred now, there ain’t nothin' I can do |
| Everytime I meet a girl I’m always gettin' so confused |
| I wanna open up, I wanna show you how I feel |
| But I’m scared and I don’t know if your love is real |
| Do you, love me |
| Cause everybody knows my name and I gained a little power & fame? |
| Do you, love me |
| Cause I’m rappin' on this stage and it pays more than minimum wage? |
| Do you, love me |
| That’s what you’re saying in my face, but I’ll catch you if you’re real or |
| you’re fake? |
| Why don’t you, love me |
| For being me? |
| But I’ll never know, so I’ll never let my feelings grow |
| I feel you man. |
| How can you know if you can trust these women? |
| Do you know 'em. |
| I mean, even after you know 'em |
| Do you really, really know 'em? |
| Will you, love me |
| If I can’t afford a wedding ring going broke, chasin' my dream? |
| Will you, love me |
| If I had to go to jail for possesion with intention to sell? |
| Will you, love me |
| If we could never have a baby cause I gotta smoke a blunt on the daily? |
| Will you, love me |
| When that groupie calls, saying that she fucked me at a show last fall? |
| I got no way of knowin', hope you can see what I’m showin' |
| I’m an aspiring rapper, who makes a livin' from growin' |
| I don’t know where I’m going, I only know where I’ve went |
| Only know that I’m grindin' just so that I can pay rent |
| Live my life in the mist, can’t bring a wife into this |
| Can’t have no kid, cause I be broke, and I be fightin' the stress |
| I just give it my best, and keep on reppin' the West |
| Potluck ain’t goin' platinum, that’s how I measure success |
| Will you love me when I tour more than I’m at home? |
| Will you turn into a whore, and lie to me on the phone? |
| I’m losing faith in all women, cause of this life that I’m livin' |
| Got bitches backstage strippin', in every city we’ve been in |
| When I rap and they clappin' they keep their eye in my direction |
| They’re just some groupie hoes and they lie when I reject 'em |
| Can only trust a ho so much |
| Fuck everyone who don’t believe it’s victory or bust |
| Will you, love me |
| If I can’t afford a wedding ring going broke, chasin' my dream? |
| Will you, love me |
| If I had to go to jail for possesion with intention to sell? |
| Will you, love me |
| If we could never have a baby cause I gotta smoke a blunt on the daily? |
| Will you, love me |
| When that groupie calls, saying that she fucked me at a show last fall? |