Lyrics I Hate You I Love You – Foolio

All this time is passing by
But I still can’t seem to tell you why
It hurts me every time I see you
Realize how much I need you
I hate you, I love you
I hate that I love you
Don’t want to, but I can’t put
Nobody else above you
I hate the fact I had your back when nobody did
I hate the fact I told you how I feel and you ain’t listen
Right now I’m on the road
You think I’m f**king with these b**ches
I love the fact you a boss b**ch and independentI always kept you my side since an adolescent
I got shot, you wasn’t there, I thought you was my blessing
I even went to jail for you, thirty shot Smith & Wesson
Hollow tip my favorite kind, you was my essential
Juvenile, running wild, we kept gettin’ caught together
You asked why, girl, I told you, We locked in forever
And when we slide on the opps, it make your p**sy wetter
But last n**ga wasn’t killin’ s**t, you said I do it better
You jammed on the last drill, you had me mad as f**k
So when we get back to this house, I’ma beat that p**sy up
I broke you down part to part, I had to clean you up
You my lil’ Soulja, so bipolar, why you mean as f**k
I even went to jail for you, would go to hell for you
Right now I’m trafficking, you know I kept the sale with you
You two-faced this, so I could never tell on you
You always headshot n**gas, it never failed with you
Was on the block all night you never left a n**ga
Every shootout you was there, never failed a n**ga
And they mad, every stolen car I’m ridin’ with her
And out here shooting fo’them, that’s why I’m sliding with ya
When I was broke you stuck with me even in the drought
You don’t care, anywhere, you will shoot it out
Remember when we separated, took a different route
And I was mad as f**k, the police took you from my house
Then I got another b**ch, a lil’ Gunna b**ch
Glock 23, jet 5 with a switch
I put thirty shots on her, you know she love my deeck
When I up it, gotta buss it, got me nuttin’ quick
We in the benz with yo’ .. let me give you head
I can’t get caught with you ’cause I’m going fed
But I gotta stay with you ’cause n**gas want me dead
We was robbin’ s**t together, kept the family fedYou so good I love yo’ a*s like a brother
My own momma even said we was for each other
Then you f**k around and get jealous when I bought that cutter
You said you could never see me in love with another
I love my gun..
All this time is passing by
But I still can’t seem to tell you why
It hurts me every time I see you
Realize how much I need you
I hate you, I love you
I hate that I love you
Don’t want to, but I can’t put
Nobody else above you…
➤ Written by Kutoff, Wavy808 & Foolio
Album: Confidential Thoughts
Produced by Kutoff & Wavy808
Foolio | 2021