JPEGMAFIA - Boyz 2 Men lyrics

"Darlin' I i can't explain
Where did we lose our way
Girl, it's driving me insane
And I know I just need one more chance
To prove my love to you
And if you come back to me i'll guarantee
That I'll never let you go"
"Can we go back to the day that I was
Can you tell me how a perfect love goes on?
Can somebody tell me how to get things back
To the way they used to be?
Oh God give me the reason
I'm down on bended knee uh, nah
Uh, can't hear myself uh, but it's cool
Uh, Butchy woah, check
I don't need to know imma just go at it
Imma just go at a motherfucker motherfucker
Motherfuckers out the way butchy

Ok, what up ok, what up
On my shit put my foot up
Work that wrist watch me cook up
Where's your bitch? Damn, I took her
Ok, what up ok, what up
Don't just run up gotta put the gun up
Ok what up grind 'til the son up
All black Hummer? Smokin' on stunna
Too stone cold get froze by fridgidair
K visionairs got flare from the gutter
All black timbs and potato bread butters
Stompin' your click
I do shit that you could've ok, what up
It's no other
Still with the gang but I'm solo, brother
Funny how black is considered as colored
Ok, what up ok, what up
Butchy, baby don't lose yourself
You would do you if you knew yourself
But, you're doing niggas like the man
Still catching heat like a tan ok, what up
What's the plan?
We mobbin', we robbin', we raging? Damn
I aim at you scholars my shit won't jam
Then hand with my partners
Yeah, that's the fam (In this motherfucker)

Moonwalk on a nigga face
Slap your man then catch the 8th
2Chainz on my side piece i know real shottas
They don't fuck with Drake
Telling on me cause I'm keeping pace
Sus boys always take the bait
Sissy niggas got no hope
Hitting high notes when they catch a case
Damn boy, how much bread you made?
Veteran but you never paid
Trinidadian or Dominican
I'm protected when I'm going out of state
Double up, bitch I guess I'm mass
Real ass but the hair fake
Once again I'm in another state
With another gun in your nigga face
Call me Mikey dread sippin' suda fed
Whoop a nigga like case then
Talking to the feds hIt 'em with lead
Take his picture like a liscense
This expensive shit a different kind of lick
My trigger finger itching right hand
Fuck a scraper boy like him
I'm spinning on him like bison
I'm no Bounty, Paper towel ay, ow
Spin on myself side of me make you say
Boy, you make you say boy, you love self
I don't know a god dang
Thing about mental health