Love, Discipline, and Self-Discovery

I love women too much. I love women too much. Look,

I ain't a villain, I'm a vessel with a vacancy. A man who

let attention turn into spiritual latency. They call it dog,

but God call it undisciplined intimacy. A heart that's hungry for love but fed on

the wrong energy. See, I love women, not for lust, but for the

way they saw me. For the way a pretty smile softened battles still

on me. Validation had me flirtin' with temptation like it was purpose,

but flirtin' with anything unstable gonna leave a man nervous. I ain't chase