Lyrics Do For Love III - Jet 2

Music is my love
Round three
Round three
Round three
Round three
Round three
Round three

I'm counting one through three
Four five six
Numbers in the beginning to co-sign this
I figured we'd be winning if we all silent
But then my heart is pretty big, it's on some grown sized shit
Sitting back thinking getting inspired from lines I would come up with
For the lady I'm in love with, name is music to the public
And I figured I don't drink, but feeling love drunk
So fuck it
And the music is my lady, so baby we havin' quintuplets
No trust issues here
Just a vision clear of music notes
Beautiful melodies and words from the soul for you to quote
Metaphors, a few of those
Fresh to death a fu-
You fill the rest in like documents at a cubicle
The boy- the boy that I used to know, you are soon to know
Who's far from tied down, but a blaze and tux is so suitable
They fly the Jet 2, 'cause the traveling feels commutable
'Cause, see they be up in the air (woosh)

What you won't do
Do for love
You've tried everything
But you don't give up
What you won't do
Do for love
You've tried everything
But you don't give up

Freestyle fashion
The form is like a trend and she's a ten
So her simple smile fits my passion
It's like tendonitis, I tend to see wild flashes
Of a venomous beauty that seizes my attraction
Cold killer, Michael Jackson in thriller
Got me between a pick of
Which one and she's Matilda
Might spill her if I fill her
Up like a filled cup
Shh, got them waters running through it like a filter
Do it just like a kid does
Give her the cannon, Nick. Jr., that's Bob the Builder
Music is my fantasy, and ah me, I fall in it, what?
Land on top of the charts when I hit, yup
Smooth sailing with rhythm
Gaining hearts as I win some
Hearts over like I'm playing Kindom Hearts with dealers
Hot as a sweater under Chin Chillas with them hot cakes
Mr. McDonald's deluxe

What you won't do
Do for love
You've tried everything
But you don't give up
What you won't do
Do for love
You've tried everything
But you don't give up

That shit is dope
Dang...
Aye, I wanted there to be ice in that shit
So whenever I shake it in the mic
Aye we got kettle corn bruh
Aye we got kettle corn though
Shout out to everybody you know
I love y'all
Wrekless, Wrekless
It's over?
Yeah, it just ended