[Intro: Jet 2]

I done told you for the millionth time

I don't love her, dawg

(Man, yes you do, quit frontin', man)

Man, I'm tired of all these songs you be makin'

Puttin' me in the middle of it

(Man, you could only rap about how you feel, man

And this is how you feel)

No, it's not!

(Since when'd it change?)

It was never like that, man

(Oh well, it's too late, you're on in a minute)

Well, I ain't rappin', then!

(Jet 2, whussap!)

(Well, here you go, nigga, go!)

[Verse 1: Jet 2]

No more songs about her, I couldn't write that (Write that)

But every time I get over her, I go right back (Right back)

And then I write that

It's kind of frustratin' contemplatin' changin' my thinkin'

Then realizing my feelings are greater than the way I think

And just to think I was a couple of seconds away from success

I throw it all away just to stay in the stress of loving one

Where there's plenty others that couldn't catch the same emotion

That same emotion that'll make a nigga change his motives

Those same motives that'll make a nigga change emotion

That thin line between love and hate, you know?

And I remotely have a feelin' left

Or at least I try to tell myself 'til I believe it

And I'm at war with myself

While compassion from the counterpart is absent

I've crashed in the seat-belt of love that I've fallen fast in

But, I'm gettin' over it for once in my life

Just to think, I ain't touched her once in my life

Now ain't that crazy?

(Rest in peace, Tupac)

[Chorus: Eric Williams & (Jet 2)]

What you won't do, do for love (Uh uh)

You tried everything, but you don't give up (Uh uh)

(Nah, I ain't in love)

What you won't do, do for love (Uh uh, I don't love her though)

You tried everything, but you don't give up

[Verse 2: Jet 2]

Nah, I ain't in love, but I sure do smile when I think about her (Haha)

That don't mean she make my day, though

I'd rather make dough instead of chase hoes

Not callin' her one

But I had to say that in order to rhyme with the other line

You know? I'm much better without her

Then how come I get better when I think about her

And how come I rap better when I talk about her

Though, it comes so natural, just spittin' out a magic show

But I'd rather rap about havin' money and plenty o' hunnies

And a big stash where the gun be

And havin' no love for ladies

But it just seems amazing that I got love for her

Whether I'm with or without her

But I don't love her though, nah I just rap about her

I could stop it if I really, really wanted to

But that's just not what I really, really wanna do

Wait, no, I'm lyin', nah, nah, I don't love her

(Haha!)

[Chorus: Eric Williams & (Jet 2)]

What you won't do, do for love (Uh uh, nah I don't love her though)

You tried everything, but you don't give up

(Uh uh, nah I don't love her though)

What you won't do, do for love (Uh uh, nah I don't love her though)

You tried everything, but you don't give up

(Nah, I don't love her though)

[Outro: Jet 2]

(You know you love her, nigga!)

I mean, I was lyin' the whole time

(Nigga, you in love, nigga)

Nah, nigga, I ain't in love

I don't even know what that mean, nigga

How you gon' tell me I'm love

I don't know what that mean, nigga

I don't know what that shit mean, I'm Tina Turner and shit

(You a funny ass nigga, man)

What's love got to do wit' it, nigga?

(This nigga, this nigga funny asf, man)

What's love got to do wit' it, it's Tina Turner and shit

(This nigga, he gon' try to act like he ain't love her and shit)

(This nigga in love)

Hell nah, I-I don't- I don't love her though, nah

(Aye this-this nigga love her and shit)

This nigga lyin', don't listen' to that nigga

(Talkin' to you, he gon' try to act like he don't love her)

Nigga, how you gon' tell me what I do, nigga?

You can't tell me what I do

You don't even know what you do, nigga

(You wild)

Nigga, I think you in love, nigga!

You probably in love tryna place it all on me