In the whirlwind of emotions that is this track, Lil Yachty explores the depths of infatuation and its dizzying effects. He paints a vivid picture of a love so intense that life without it seems unimaginable. Yachty's lyrics oscillate between possessiveness and admiration for his lover, reflecting the tumultuous nature of passionate relationships. However, he also shows his commitment to maintaining his individuality and personal growth amidst this romantic chaos. The latter part of the song reveals Yachty's struggles with fame and societal expectations, hinting at his desire for authenticity in a world filled with pretenses. This piece is a raw exploration of love's madness and the paradoxical desire for freedom within it. #LoveMadness #StruggleForAuthenticity
drive ME crazy!
Lyrics
Imagine life
Imagine life without me, it's a waste of time
You want the kind of love that can make a child
Don't want just anybody (not just anybody, not just anybody)
Ooh
Good love fills my body up like a glass
When you pour it all out
If you know me, you know I mind
Someone like me is hard to find
Not mistaken if I'm there
Well aware you are always mine
And still you seem so surprised
Always gon' be mine
I wanna be where you are
I just can't walk away
You drive me crazy, ah
I lose it, lose it
And I wanna be where you are
I just can't walk away
You drive me crazy, ah
I lose it, lose it
Imagine me
Circlin' through life without a piece of you
Seven out of seven days I'm needin' you
You brin' life to the party
Good love feels like butterflies suffocatin' your insides
Oh, it's a late night, you know I try
I cannot picture when you ride
I'm mistaken thinkin' you were taken
Knownin' now, you were always mine
And still I feel so surprised
You're always gon' be mine
Rarely ever missin', talk is cheap and time is tickin'
Rarely ever trickin', catch me slippin', I put you on leakin'
I'm on mission, payin' millions, I'm Ted DiBiase (God)
Out late night, I'm sinnin', still a Christian, don't tell my Deacon
I mean pastor, oil her down, not talkin' castor
Ridin' 'round with six-seven bitches with no tint, you can see I'm pimpin'
Big four-five on my hip, look like I'm limpin', never simpin'
One of my cousins Crippin', always grippin', shit get dangerous
Always keep it player, we can swap out hoes, I'm never trippin'
Only love my mother, my sister, my daughter
All these hoes get slaughtered
They can't be mine, pray to the holy father
Writer(s): Benjamin Goldwasser, Diana Gordon, Jeremiah Raisen, Jonathan Wimberly, MacBriare Samuel Demarco, Miles Parks McCollum, Teo Halm
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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