One Love (feat. Paris Anthony)

What I've got left in my body is now a memory I will get out, I will get out I will get out, I will get out I can't get over you, you can't get over me Why don't we make it one love, so that it's meant to be I can't get over you, you can't get over me Why don't we make it one love, so that it's meant to be I can't get over you, cause baby girl you got the glue It's fucking crazy how you really knew You saw the hints and got the clues But the truth is I'm really liking you So baby girl can you tell me if you down and loose I'm about to die cause I got the juice So can you hold me tight and make your arms a noose But we're so down, we're so down, down, down, down Like right now, right now So down, we're so down, down, down, down Like right now, right now There's something that I gotta say I thought that all girls was the same Until I met you on that very day You came around and changed my ways I thought this all was just a phase But I was wrong, you had me amazed I'll give you that, yeah, your praise But come back girl, yeah, my way I can't get over you, you can't get over me Why don't we make it one love, so that it's meant to be I can't get over you, you can't get over me Why don't we make it one love, so that it's meant to be I can't get I can't get, I can't get, I can't get over you love I can't get, I can't get, I can't get, I can't get over you love You know I want that tonight Know that I made some mistakes But girl I'm gon' make it right I can't get over you love We in the club, it's on sight Bust a wine, baby, grind on me all night We be movin' on the dance floor to the sunlight, sunlight You know I want it, so trust it Baby I'm sorry, stress you for nothin No more f*ck-ups in the discussion A nigga carry BB, see me with drummings With drummings With drummings A nigga carry BB, see me with drummings With drummings Ay, Mark McCain is inside me You can't tell what I'm able to do Cause I went through it, probably it's crazy You ain't been in shit, but talk the most shit about it Niggas talkin' about the future, but I call that shit profit Niggas talkin' about the future, but I call that shit pain Time for the games, pops left the country, I was 14 Get a phone call from Jamaica, I'm the man of the game Pops throw me through sellin' the weed, my brother taught the rock game Nigga Nigga