Lyrics Deep Soul - Jazz Anderson

Envision a younger me
Converse on and a baby tee
Kanye on my CD player
Admired beats by epmd
Daddy never phoned home
So I picked up when you called
And you became my addiction, without you I had withdrawals
I'm talking cold sweats
And mood swings
Yea you took me higher but somehow
I still had blue dreams
So I pushed you to the side, acquired hoop dreams
Always had skin like Sheba, but you made me a true queen
Can your love stay consistent
Or should I switch my routine
Man I hate you
But I love you
When I'm down
Who else above you
I am me
That's because you
Tell you my problems
Cause I trust you
You was there
I can't stunt you
Hold you down
If you stumble
Got your back
I can't front you
Fight for your love
Imma rumble
But I'm so tired of you
Can't you see that I'll die for you
Cross T's and dot I's for you
Put my pride to the side for you
Cause I heard you was creepin on the low
With a bitch that ain't better than me
How could you put her ahead of me
All on your arm
This ain't jealousy
But I thought I was your favorite melody
I was A1
You ain't credit me
You bring me alive
But should be dead to me
Never leave my side
What you said to me
But you ain't even here in this bed with me
Fuck
Imma fool for you
Imma still call
Imma fool for you
Mr. Right but you so wrong
Told you about my past
You know how my love never last
Maybe cause I ain't know love from my dad
And mom caught flights to give me what I had
You preyed upon me I was lonely
You made it seem like we was homies
Invited you in and you got real cozy
Now you know me better than I know me
Man this shit cut deep
Man I barely slept for weeks
Tell me you ain't into deep
Tell me I won't become your black sheep
Cause I just wanna be your only one
Fuck them bitches
I'm the holy one
Look at all the shit we overcome
Don't give up on me now, cause we ain't done
But if I gotta change the woman that I like
Just so I can have you stay home at night
So you don't mess with what what you said was not your type
Showing they ass and they pussy
To get the likes
But to each his own
But you know I gave you a wholesome home
Still a real fly bitch to every bone
Imma 100 with you, never need a loan
But if you don't love me as much as I love you
Might as well say fuck you
But it was me and you on SoundCloud
You told me keep sending my links out
Then I ended up on BET
You told me keep living my dreams out
Man I thought I'd hit the charts with you
But I guess you took a scheme route
Closer I got the more distant you got
What I ain't good enough
Cause I don't make my pussy pop
Or talk bout how the bed rock
Or fuck the boss so I can get the top spot
Man I'm feeling like you played me
Matter fact, this shit ain't me
Music made me but it won't renovate me
Or break me