Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Me Not, artist - Skepta. Album song Ignorance is Bliss, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Boy Better Know
Song language: English
Love Me Not |
Time after time, only in the nighttime |
Had to remind you, we can’t rewind time |
Finally found you, you turned a blind eye |
Showed me your dark side, say your goodbyes |
She told me she loved me, I was like how? |
Must be because I’m at the top right now |
She thinks I’m a fool, thinks I’m a cash cow |
Ain’t getting married, ain’t taking a vow |
Told me she loved me, I was like who? |
You said I was a joke, please tell me what’s new |
You been around the world, still couldn’t find a man like me |
Yeah, I need a girl, but it’s not you |
She told me she loved me, I was like when? |
Treated me like a side man back then |
Said I was a boy, said I was your best friend |
Now you only text when you’re bored on the weekend |
Told me she loved me, I was like please |
Too many girls wanna be my main squeeze |
How can I bless you when you didn’t sneeze? |
I’m a hot boy, that’s a hundred degrees |
Time after time, only in the nighttime |
Had to remind you, we can’t rewind time |
Finally found you, you turned a blind eye |
Showed me your dark side, say your goodbyes |
'Cause you, you’ve got to, got to love me |
'Cause you, you’ve got to, got to love me |
I’ve got this brand new ting, she’s mad in the head |
Bad in the bed, I get to grab at her leg |
She’s a lady for real but a slag in the bed |
Not my fault, but she stays mad at her ex |
She knows that man’s bad with the sex |
Back to the ends, bang bang, then I flex |
Spelling’s fucked up when she’s mad in her texts |
If I leave, then she starts yelling offense |
Uh, got another email from a female |
I think they want the retail for the details |
Wanna know if B Live’s a free male |
Uh, and it’s sexy, sexy |
Here’s the number, phone me, text me |
First, you never text me back |
Now it’s mad, now I link with Skeppy |
You get me? |
Anytime that we link up |
Ladies wanna get down, wanna the drink up |
Bad gyal, so she love a man with tattoos |
From my neck, to my feet, manna' inked up |
Yeah, we step in the party |
See the sexy ladies start smile and wink up |
Tell my G with the loud pack, bill it up |
Grab a champagne glass and I fill it up |
Who’s not feeling us? |
Tell 'em stay far away before the mandem hold you |
I don’t wanna have to tell you that I told you |
Cah we’re not on this talking ting |
Rudeboy, who let the ladies in? |
Sorry, not sorry, I gotta say these things |
Shuffle the pack, I can’t stand with the wasteman |
No jokers, it’s just queens and kings |
Time after time, only in the nighttime |
Had to remind you, we can’t rewind time |
Finally found you, you turned a blind eye |
Showed me your dark side, say your goodbyes |
'Cause you, you’ve got to, got to love me |
'Cause you, you’ve got to, got to love me |
Murder on the dance floor |
But you better not kill the groove |
Hey hey, hey hey |
It’s murder on the dance floor |
But you better not steal the moves |
DJ gonna burn this goddamn house right down |
Murder on the dance floor |
But you better not kill the groove |
Hey hey, hey hey |
It’s murder on the dance floor |
But you better not steal the moves |
DJ gonna burn this goddamn house right down |