Do For Love III

[Intro]
Music is my love
Round three, round three
Round three, round three
Round three, round three

[Verse 1]
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 having 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 bo- 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

[Chorus]
What you won't do
Do for love
You've tried everything
But you don't give up
(What I won't do for a third time)

[Verse 2]
Freestyle fashion
The form is like a trend, and she's a ten
So her simple style 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-a-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 Kingdom Hearts with dealers
Hot as a sweater under chinchillas
With them hotcakes, Mr. McDonald's deluxe
Yeah

[Chorus]

[Outro](w/ RockstarTuNE)
Aye TuNE, should we keep that?
That shit tight, my nigga
That shit is dope
Damn..
Aye, I wanted there to be ice in that shit, so you know when I shook it in the mic
(You got kettle corn, bruh)
Aye we got kettle corn
Aye shoutout to everybody
I love y'all
Wrekless, Wrekless
(It's over?)
Hell yeah, it just ended
Fasho