Who Loves You More Lyrics - Charity Starts At Home - Phonte

[Featuring: Eric Roberson] 

[Verse 1:] 

She ran out the house like, "Fuck it I'm leaving" 

He ran out after her like "Fuck is the meaning? " 

Went through his phone and found texts from all of his ex's 

Threw it at him like, "Fuck was you thinking? " 

Way down in his stomach he's getting that sinking 

Feeling he felt 20 years before when 

His pops sat him down and told him and his moms was divorcing 

Now he's doing the same 

Running through these hoes with no proper decorum 

Not a pretty picture 

Unsettled miser-y, he would say his pop was a dog 

Now isn't that the pot calling the kettle "nigga" 

Every player dreams of playing the game, straight walking out 

The allure of new pussy is cool, but when it's over what the fuck you got to talk about? 

Such an empty feeling, you win or you lose 

Wifey told him, "It's them or me and baby, you better choose." 

Hey! 

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[Chorus: Eric Robinson] 

I saw the clouds today and thought that it was time to say goodbye 

(Who loves you more? Who loves you more?) (Every little thing about you babe) 

I tried to change my ways and pray that maybe I can save my life 

(Who loves you more? Who loves you more?) (Every little thing about you babe) 

[Verse 2:] 

My cousin hit me up and said he had to post bail again 

Cause my brother back in jail again 

Back in that slave ship cause he tried to sell again 

And all that's going through my mind is "How the fuck am I failing him? " 

These youngins want all of the spoils but none of the toils 

Got me climbing the walls 

Too good to press olives but'll be the first squeaky wheel asking for oil 

I've been at it for 10 years, "What the fuck is you on? " 

Had me frustrated like, "What the fuck do you want? " 

He come to me for answers but I don't know what to tell him 

Part bad parenting, part youthful rebellion 

He wanna buy a dream but I don't know what to sell him, shit 

They say the streets turn niggas into sinners 

But them jail cells be turning niggas into dinner 

So they sing in the summer, be home by the winter 

Interrogation room be turning niggas into tenors 

And he's no singer, but put him on the block, he got that perfect pitch 

I just want him to understand that you work for this 

You can win or you lose 

But it's either me or the streets and brother you gotta choose 

Love 

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[Chorus: Eric Robinson] 

I saw the clouds today and thought that it was time to say goodbye 

(Who loves you more? Who loves you more?) (Every little thing about you babe) 

I tried to change my ways and pray that maybe I can save my life 

(Who loves you more? Who loves you more?) (Every little thing about you babe) 

[Verse 3:] 

Some get hand picked, others get picked on 

Some get a hand up, others get this song 

I came from the bottom where the guns got withdrawn 

All lows, no highs man/Heisman, get a stiff arm 

See me doing records so they think it makes a lot 

But really I'm just trying to mix-a-lot like I was raised Islam 

Praying that the ends justify the means 

Cause most of my heroes had fucked up lives 

Coked up kids and three or four wives 

Hoes in every city, enough side bitches for three or four tribes 

From Marvin to Basquiat, it comes with a cavat 

And that's the gospel like three or four choirs 

Gotta room with a microphone and all this time 

I just sat by the window and looked inside 

Didn't like what I found, but you win or you lose 

Make a living or have a life, guess that I gotta choose 

One... 

[Chorus: Eric Robinson] 

I saw the clouds today and thought that it was time to say goodbye 

(Who loves you more? Who loves you more?) (Every little thing about you babe) 

I tried to change my ways and pray that maybe I can save my life 

(Who loves you more? Who loves you more?) (Every little thing about you babe) 

[Outro: Phonte] 

I got a room and a microphone 

And family that I ain't seen in months 

And I played this record a million times, just hoping you would play it once 

Ha, break bread with your fellow man 

Show love but look out for your heart 

And always take care of home 

Because home is where charity starts 

Because home is where charity starts 

Home is where charity starts 

Hhhh. Thank. God.