Paroles why i love you musique de jay z

Ooooh
I love you so
But why i love you
Ill never know

Picture if you will, that the throne was burning
Rome was burning, and im sitting in the corner all alone burning
Why does it always end up like this?
Something that we dont determine
Same people that i fought for
That i fight for, that i ride for
That i live for, that i die for
Be the reason that these niggas is alive for
And they want me dead
But im so sorry but i just cant die for you
But i can make em put their hands in the sky for you
We waiting for the fireworks like july 4th
Get fly more, get high more, cry boy, why for?
When the grief is over, beef is over, ill be fly when easters over
I tried to teach niggas how to be kings
And all they ever wanted to be was soldiers
So the love is gone, til blood is drawn
So we no longer wear the same uniform
Fu*k you squares, the circle got smaller
The castle got bigger, the walls got taller
And truth be told after all that said
Ni**as still got love for you

Ooooh
I love you so
But why i love you
Ill never know

Showed love to you niggas
You ripped out my heart and you stepped on it
I picked up the pieces, before you swept on it
God damn this sh*t leaves a mess dont it
Sh*t feelin like death dont it
Charge it to the game, whatevers left on it
I spent about a minute, maybe less on it
Fly pelican fly, turn the jets on it
But first i shall digress on it
Wasnt i a good king?
(maybe too much of a good thing, huh?)
Didnt i spoil you?, me or the money, what you loyal to?
(huh, i gave you my loyalty)
Made you royalty and royalties
(took care of these niggas lawyer fees)
And this is how ni**as rewardin me
(damn)

Ooooh
I love you so
But why i love you
Ill never know

Bussin at me, b-b-b-bussin at me
But im bullet proof, b**ch you cant get nothin past me
Got body armor (a ni**a gotta watch the throne)
And im bussin back, so ni**as in a glass house should not throw stones what do you do when the love turns the hate?
(gotta separate from these f**kin fakes)
Caesar didnt see it so he ceased to exist
So the ni**a that killed him had keys to his sh*t
Am i my brothers keeper?
(only if that ni**a dont creep up)
Got a pistol under my pillow
(ive never been a deep sleeper)
P-p-p-paranoia
(cause the nigga that said hell)
Blast for ya (is now)
Blastin for ya, thats an assassin for ya
(these niggas got a shot theyll shoot)
Please lord (forgive him)
For these ni**as (not know) what they, (do) (ooh)