Find your love
Find it again
Find...
Find your love
Find it again
I'm tryna make the most cash flow
Been sick being broke
Been sick alone in bed
You left me in this mess
You left me with your mess
Sick of all the stress
It's then eating up my head
I can't get you out of my head
I haven't moved an inch since you left me in our bed
Withdrawals f*ck me up but not as much as you do
I don't know why you can't stick by my side
I don't know why you can't stick by
I'm feelin' you
Look up, terrestrial views
I guess there's nothing to lose
I'm f*cking up again with you
But then again you just hit me back
Ohh it's another day
I've been so lost
I can't find myself
I'm all by myself
You do this to yourself, yea
Calling me over and over like I'm gonna solve all your problems
(Guess what)
I ain't gon' fall for your problems
There ain't no more falling, yea
I wish all this made sense
(Nonsense)
Tell why this all makes sense
I'm tryna make the most cash flow
Been sick being broke
Been sick alone in bed
You left me in this mess
You left me with your mess
Sick of all the stress
It's then eating up my head
I can't get you out of my head
I haven't moved an inch since you left me in our bed
Withdrawals f*ck me up but not as much as you do
I just love how I can't get passed regrets, yea
I just know that I'll always be a mess, yea
No contest, yea
I'm a champ, yea
Load of dope
Smoke an ounce just to cope, ohh
So I just woke up and now I stunt
Going M.I.A. when I smoke my blunt
Never frontin'
You know I'm just stuntin'
FeTTa neva frontin'
You know I'm just stuntin'
Off these drugs
I don't feel no good but I feel better than when I was with you
No more Backwoods down Daytona
I'm tryna make the most cash flow
Been sick being broke
Been sick alone in bed
You left me in this mess
You left me with your mess
Sick of all the stress
It's then eating up my head
I can't get you out of my head
I haven't moved an inch since you left me in our bed
Withdrawals f*ck me up but not as much as you do
I Hope U Love Urself (feat. Kersarge & FeTTa) Video (MV)
Performed By: Noble31
Language: English
Length: 3:26
Written by: Federico Zuccarelli, John Thomas Kimble, Nabeel Nassar
Noble31 - I Hope U Love Urself (feat. Kersarge & FeTTa) Lyrics
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Find your love
Find it again
Find...
Find your love
Find it again
I'm tryna make the most cash flow
Been sick being broke
Been sick alone in bed
You left me in this mess
You left me with your mess
Sick of all the stress
It's then eating up my head
I can't get you out of my head
I haven't moved an inch since you left me in our bed
Withdrawals f*ck me up but not as much as you do
I don't know why you can't stick by my side
I don't know why you can't stick by
I'm feelin' you
Look up, terrestrial views
I guess there's nothing to lose
I'm f*cking up again with you
But then again you just hit me back
Ohh it's another day
I've been so lost
I can't find myself
I'm all by myself
You do this to yourself, yea
Calling me over and over like I'm gonna solve all your problems
(Guess what)
I ain't gon' fall for your problems
There ain't no more falling, yea
I wish all this made sense
(Nonsense)
Tell why this all makes sense
I'm tryna make the most cash flow
Been sick being broke
Been sick alone in bed
You left me in this mess
You left me with your mess
Sick of all the stress
It's then eating up my head
I can't get you out of my head
I haven't moved an inch since you left me in our bed
Withdrawals f*ck me up but not as much as you do
I just love how I can't get passed regrets, yea
I just know that I'll always be a mess, yea
No contest, yea
I'm a champ, yea
Load of dope
Smoke an ounce just to cope, ohh
So I just woke up and now I stunt
Going M.I.A. when I smoke my blunt
Never frontin'
You know I'm just stuntin'
FeTTa neva frontin'
You know I'm just stuntin'
Off these drugs
I don't feel no good but I feel better than when I was with you
No more Backwoods down Daytona
I'm tryna make the most cash flow
Been sick being broke
Been sick alone in bed
You left me in this mess
You left me with your mess
Sick of all the stress
It's then eating up my head
I can't get you out of my head
I haven't moved an inch since you left me in our bed
Withdrawals f*ck me up but not as much as you do
Find it again
Find...
Find your love
Find it again
I'm tryna make the most cash flow
Been sick being broke
Been sick alone in bed
You left me in this mess
You left me with your mess
Sick of all the stress
It's then eating up my head
I can't get you out of my head
I haven't moved an inch since you left me in our bed
Withdrawals f*ck me up but not as much as you do
I don't know why you can't stick by my side
I don't know why you can't stick by
I'm feelin' you
Look up, terrestrial views
I guess there's nothing to lose
I'm f*cking up again with you
But then again you just hit me back
Ohh it's another day
I've been so lost
I can't find myself
I'm all by myself
You do this to yourself, yea
Calling me over and over like I'm gonna solve all your problems
(Guess what)
I ain't gon' fall for your problems
There ain't no more falling, yea
I wish all this made sense
(Nonsense)
Tell why this all makes sense
I'm tryna make the most cash flow
Been sick being broke
Been sick alone in bed
You left me in this mess
You left me with your mess
Sick of all the stress
It's then eating up my head
I can't get you out of my head
I haven't moved an inch since you left me in our bed
Withdrawals f*ck me up but not as much as you do
I just love how I can't get passed regrets, yea
I just know that I'll always be a mess, yea
No contest, yea
I'm a champ, yea
Load of dope
Smoke an ounce just to cope, ohh
So I just woke up and now I stunt
Going M.I.A. when I smoke my blunt
Never frontin'
You know I'm just stuntin'
FeTTa neva frontin'
You know I'm just stuntin'
Off these drugs
I don't feel no good but I feel better than when I was with you
No more Backwoods down Daytona
I'm tryna make the most cash flow
Been sick being broke
Been sick alone in bed
You left me in this mess
You left me with your mess
Sick of all the stress
It's then eating up my head
I can't get you out of my head
I haven't moved an inch since you left me in our bed
Withdrawals f*ck me up but not as much as you do
Writer: Federico Zuccarelli, John Thomas Kimble, Nabeel Nassar
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid