I Think I Love You

Like one, two, what you tryna do? I got three, four, bitches knocking on my door But like five, six, baby you so perfect I don't want these other hoes 'cause these hoes ain't with the shits But you are, yes, you are the one Count your kisses in the rain and your freckles in the sun And I think I'm loving you, but I'm loving you too much But I can treat you right, and then we can make a run Like one, two, what you tryna do? I got three, four, bitches knocking on my door But like five, six, baby you so perfect I don't want these other hoes 'cause these hoes ain't with the shits But you are, yes, you are the one Count your kisses in the rain and your freckles in the sun And I think I'm loving you, but I'm loving you too much But I can treat you right, and then we can make a run Like what, aye, six, seven, eight I just want your love, and I know I'm super late but You come from above, and you glisten like a lake but Girl you like a dove, and you sweeter than a cake but What, aye Think about you everyday You said that I would make it, but right now today's the day And I'm dreaming 'bout your eyes, 'cause your eyes they a-okay but I can treat you right, baby girl and save the day Like I just want to see you smile Everything is worth a while When it comes to you, ain't nobody can deserve you now Hoping you don't swerve me now I don't wanna see you frown I wanna be your boo, but you're playing and don't love me now I just want to see you smile Everything is worth a while When it comes to you, ain't nobody can deserve you now Hoping you don't swerve me now I don't wanna see you frown I wanna be your boo, but you're playing and don't love me now Like one, two, what you tryna do? I got three, four, bitches knocking on my door But like five, six, baby you so perfect I don't want these other hoes 'cause these hoes ain't with the shits But you are, yes, you are the one Count your kisses in the rain and your freckles in the sun And I think I'm loving you, but I'm loving you too much But I can treat you right, and then we can make a run Like one, two, what you tryna do? I got three, four, bitches knocking on my door But like five, six, baby you so perfect I don't want these other hoes 'cause these hoes ain't with the shits But you are, yes, you are the one Count your kisses in the rain and your freckles in the sun And I think I'm loving you, but I'm loving you too much But I can treat you right, and then we can make a run like