I Wont Do That!

Visions2infinity

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Visions2infinity

Oldschool Rap, boom-bap, hip-hop

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[Play Chorus]
I would do, I would do
I would do anything
I would do anything for you
But I won’t do that!
No, no, but I won’t do that!

I would fight, I would go to far
Burn my Cash and blow my car
I would lose my mind for you
But I won’t do that!
No, no, but I won’t do that!

[Verse 1]

I’d jump turnstiles just to ride to your side
2AM chicken shop, your hand in mine
I’d carry your bags while you acting dramatic
Listening to your friend talk astrology madness

I’d watch twelve seasons of a show I hate
Smile and pretend that the writing was great
I’d post cute pics with the heart-eye caption
Even though your angle took forty reactions

I’d let you steal fries off my plate in silence
That’s real love, baby, that’s true violence
I’d hold your heels when your feet get sore
Wait outside Sephora three damn hours or more

I’d defend your honor like a medieval knight
Even when you started the damn whole fight
I’d text “good morning” first, swallow my pride
Even use your skincare cream one time

Maybe I’m crazy, maybe obsessed
Maybe your red flags look good in a dress
But every time you leave, then spin right back
My dumb heart yell: “nah bro, run that back”

[Pre-Chorus]

Some nights we toxic, some nights we gold
Some nights we kiss like the movies told
Some nights you scream “YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!”
Then steal my hoodie and slam the damn door again

And somehow…
I still want you back

[Chorus]

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 2]
I’d learn your coffee order perfectly
Half-sweet oat milk extra urgently
I’d sit through brunch with your chaotic crew
Where every story somehow turns into trauma too

I’d hype your selfies like a full-time job
“BABY YOU ATE.”
Meanwhile the pic just a salad and fog
I’d act unbothered by your celebrity crush
Even though hearing that daily is rough

I’d let you control the aux in the car
Even though your playlist emotionally scarred
Girl you got songs that sound like a breakup
Recorded inside of an IKEA cup

And when we fight?
Oh Lord, it’s tragic
You bringing receipts like courtroom magic
“On April 8th at 9:43…”
How you remember everything said to me?!

Meanwhile I’m standing there scared to blink
Like “baby… I literally forgot to think.”

But then you laugh and ruin my rage
And suddenly we back on the same damn page
That’s love, I guess
A beautiful mess

[Bridge]

Would you still love me broke and depressed?
No chain, no hype, just stress on stress?
Would you still stay when my jokes flop flat?
When I wear one hoodie and repeat that?

Would you still ride when my hairline fade?
When I get weirdly obsessed with grilling steaks?
When I start making random old-man sounds
Every time I sit my tired ass down?

(“Aaaahhhh…”)

Would you still want me then?

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 3]
I’d take your mom to the airport at five
That’s basically marriage, let’s not lie
I’d build IKEA furniture without rage quitting
Even though the tiny screws spiritually hitting

I’d hold your purse in the middle the mall
While other men nod like “respect, dawg”
I’d fake enthusiasm for scented candles
And tiny decorative bathroom samples

I’d survive your “quick stop” at Target too
Knowing damn well that’s a six-hour move
I’d eat burnt pasta and say “it’s fine”
While fighting tears on the inside

I’d repost your business and gas it for free
“Y’ALL GO SUPPORT MY QUEEN ASAP PLEASE”
I’d argue with strangers online for your honor
Then realize halfway they was actually right but whatever

That’s devotion
That’s passion
That’s modern romance in a tax bracket

But everybody got one limit
One final boss battle
One spiritual boundary

And baby…
you found mine

[Beat Switch]

(Car stops. Silence.)

You looked at me serious
Candlelight hitting your face
Slow voice… dangerous energy

You said:
“If you love me…
would you do anything?”

I said:
“…define anything.”

You bit your lip
Opened TikTok
And suddenly…
my soul left my body

[Final Chorus]

Now listen…
I’m a loyal man
A passionate man
A “bring-you-soup-when-you-sick” type man

I’d rub your feet after a long workday
Fight a bear, probably lose, but still—okay
I’d give you my jacket in freezing weather
Even though I specifically said “bring a sweater”

But when you turned around talking ’bout:
“Baby… eat my ass.”

…nah.

See THAT’S where brotherhood, religion, physics,
and self-respect unite as one.

I seen brave men fold under pressure
Soldiers. Athletes. Philosophers.
Not me.

That’s a journey my soul cannot travel.

So respectfully…
lovingly…
with all due admiration and support…

I would do anything for love…
but I won’t do that.

4825/7500

(Yeah…) Southside midnight, rain on the windshield Lungs full of Weed, pride made on Warfields Everybody talking ’bout “true love” till it get ugly Till the mascara run, till the Uber leave early Till the fries get cold and somebody say: “Baby… would you do anything for me?” (…depends.) [Play Chorus] I would do, I would do I would do anything I would do anything for you But I won’t do that! No, no, but I won’t do that! I would fight, I would go to far Burn my Cash and blow my car I would lose my mind for you But I won’t do that! No, no, but I won’t do that! [Verse 1] I’d jump turnstiles just to ride to your side 2AM chicken shop, your hand in mine I’d carry your bags while you acting dramatic Listening to your friend talk astrology madness I’d watch twelve seasons of a show I hate Smile and pretend that the writing was great I’d post cute pics with the heart-eye caption Even though your angle took forty reactions I’d let you steal fries off my plate in silence That’s real love, baby, that’s true violence I’d hold your heels when your feet get sore Wait outside Sephora three damn hours or more I’d defend your honor like a medieval knight Even when you started the damn whole fight I’d text “good morning” first, swallow my pride Even use your skincare cream one time Maybe I’m crazy, maybe obsessed Maybe your red flags look good in a dress But every time you leave, then spin right back My dumb heart yell: “nah bro, run that back” [Pre-Chorus] Some nights we toxic, some nights we gold Some nights we kiss like the movies told Some nights you scream “YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!” Then steal my hoodie and slam the damn door again And somehow… I still want you back [Chorus] [Beat Switch] [Verse 2] I’d learn your coffee order perfectly Half-sweet oat milk extra urgently I’d sit through brunch with your chaotic crew Where every story somehow turns into trauma too I’d hype your selfies like a full-time job “BABY YOU ATE.” Meanwhile the pic just a salad and fog I’d act unbothered by your celebrity crush Even though hearing that daily is rough I’d let you control the aux in the car Even though your playlist emotionally scarred Girl you got songs that sound like a breakup Recorded inside of an IKEA cup And when we fight? Oh Lord, it’s tragic You bringing receipts like courtroom magic “On April 8th at 9:43…” How you remember everything said to me?! Meanwhile I’m standing there scared to blink Like “baby… I literally forgot to think.” But then you laugh and ruin my rage And suddenly we back on the same damn page That’s love, I guess A beautiful mess [Bridge] Would you still love me broke and depressed? No chain, no hype, just stress on stress? Would you still stay when my jokes flop flat? When I wear one hoodie and repeat that? Would you still ride when my hairline fade? When I get weirdly obsessed with grilling steaks? When I start making random old-man sounds Every time I sit my tired ass down? (“Aaaahhhh…”) Would you still want me then? [Beat Switch] [Verse 3] I’d take your mom to the airport at five That’s basically marriage, let’s not lie I’d build IKEA furniture without rage quitting Even though the tiny screws spiritually hitting I’d hold your purse in the middle the mall While other men nod like “respect, dawg” I’d fake enthusiasm for scented candles And tiny decorative bathroom samples I’d survive your “quick stop” at Target too Knowing damn well that’s a six-hour move I’d eat burnt pasta and say “it’s fine” While fighting tears on the inside I’d repost your business and gas it for free “Y’ALL GO SUPPORT MY QUEEN ASAP PLEASE” I’d argue with strangers online for your honor Then realize halfway they was actually right but whatever That’s devotion That’s passion That’s modern romance in a tax bracket But everybody got one limit One final boss battle One spiritual boundary And baby… you found mine [Beat Switch] (Car stops. Silence.) You looked at me serious Candlelight hitting your face Slow voice… dangerous energy You said: “If you love me… would you do anything?” I said: “…define anything.” You bit your lip Opened TikTok And suddenly… my soul left my body [Final Chorus] Now listen… I’m a loyal man A passionate man A “bring-you-soup-when-you-sick” type man I’d rub your feet after a long workday Fight a bear, probably lose, but still—okay I’d give you my jacket in freezing weather Even though I specifically said “bring a sweater” But when you turned around talking ’bout: “Baby… eat my ass.” …nah. See THAT’S where brotherhood, religion, physics, and self-respect unite as one. I seen brave men fold under pressure Soldiers. Athletes. Philosophers. Not me. That’s a journey my soul cannot travel. So respectfully… lovingly… with all due admiration and support… I would do anything for love… but I won’t do that.

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