Do For Love III - Jet 2

Round three, round three

Round three, round three

Round three, round three

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

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)

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

(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