Kofi - That’s Why lyrics
[Kofi - That’s Why lyrics]
You gon' need somebody else to
Buy you what you want
Prada for your problems
Warm your heart with Louboutins
I don't think you love me
You in love with Saint Laurent
My love ain't never got you what you want
(What you want, hey yeah)
You gon' need somebody else to
Buy you what you need
(Yeah! Yeah)
Sometimes I like to spoil you
More than I got to breathe
(I wanna spoil you, I swear to God)
Baby girl, I'm dying
Got my heart up on my sleeve
(My sleeve, yeah, yeah)
Loving you ain't really what I need
Yeah, I don't love you like I'm used to
But you are the one that I'm used to
You know that I don't wanna take you back
But I will
And that's why (That's why, yeah, baby)
I'm loving you whilе you loving my pockets
I'm in the stu' while you
In thе club thottin'
I'm in the field, treat me like a slave
You picking fights like I'm picking cotton
I know you bad for me, nah, I ain't stopping
I know the fruit's of our
Love have gone rotten
You say you need space
I don't think this a waste of my time
But I'd be lying if I said I
Don't think I'm better off alone
(It's the truth, I swear to God)
It's just something about you (Yeah)
I can't move on
I don't love you like I'm used to
But you are the one that I'm used to
You know that I don't wanna take you back
But I will
And that's why
Buy you what you want
Prada for your problems
Warm your heart with Louboutins
I don't think you love me
You in love with Saint Laurent
My love ain't never got you what you want
(What you want, hey yeah)
You gon' need somebody else to
Buy you what you need
(Yeah! Yeah)
Sometimes I like to spoil you
More than I got to breathe
(I wanna spoil you, I swear to God)
Baby girl, I'm dying
Got my heart up on my sleeve
(My sleeve, yeah, yeah)
Loving you ain't really what I need
Yeah, I don't love you like I'm used to
But you are the one that I'm used to
You know that I don't wanna take you back
But I will
And that's why (That's why, yeah, baby)
I'm loving you whilе you loving my pockets
I'm in the stu' while you
In thе club thottin'
I'm in the field, treat me like a slave
You picking fights like I'm picking cotton
I know you bad for me, nah, I ain't stopping
I know the fruit's of our
Love have gone rotten
You say you need space
I don't think this a waste of my time
But I'd be lying if I said I
Don't think I'm better off alone
(It's the truth, I swear to God)
It's just something about you (Yeah)
I can't move on
I don't love you like I'm used to
But you are the one that I'm used to
You know that I don't wanna take you back
But I will
And that's why