I gotta turn off the TV, I gotta turn it off
'Cause I'm starting not to feel, I gotta turn it off
Feel like there's something alive in me, I gotta get it out
Bill it up
Mandem, they bill it up
My cousin broke our TV, we had just set it up
I gotta stop living for me, it's about all of y'all (ooh)
I ain't hugged my bro in like 7 months, yeah I'ma tell it all (ooh)
Now I'm screaming: Free my brother
They gotta let him out
I seen him bill it and smoke it and that boy ain't smile in like twenty months
I seen relationships die in the back of a motive like, oh my gosh (ooh)
That's my brudda I ain't even call him anyway, but we gotta get him out (ooh)
Jesus, lead the way
We need some more love
Told him I'm feeling a way
What happened to real love? (Huh)
Show me your skeletons, I'm coming over again, that's real love (ooh)
Thank you to Mummy and Daddy for sticking together, that's real love (ooh)
He would die for you over and over again, my baby, that's real love
You gotta stop falling for the temporary, not real love
We need some more love
We need some more love
Cruising in the rain, tires on the tarmac sounding like some chariots (huh)
I gotta see your face (huh)
Baby, that's real love
We need some mm-mm
We need some mm-mm
We need some more love
We need some mm-mm
We need some more love (oh)
Still screaming: Free my brother
Is it recording?
Yeah
Alright so I'm just here, yeah, in the booth and that
Mandem, I'm gon' be singing some bars
I'm gonna be freestyling and that
I got sick beats, oh my God
