You're talking 'bout love but I don't see it
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I'm more familiar with hit then leave you under the cement,
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cement, call it threes I'm retro like Esco,
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looking for the bitch with the best throat, fresh clothes
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the cleaners connect out in phoenix
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and I was born what they're telling me I'm a genius,
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as long as my misses legs is ..sirenas from the belly of the beast
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the world ain't never seen us,
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they talking bout love as if I need it is hard the feely motion
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I'm constantly drunk and weed it
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My man mane for ten years switch before I seen it
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My first love wasted my time I don't believe it
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And see me like haters is the new love I'm faded and few clubs
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the haters confuse love,
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love is what make Tiger Woods go on the green,
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love is what got Kobe Bryant stuck in the gym,
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Love is what Denzel kill em in every movie,
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no prejudices bring the groupies my spirit glow from within
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love for the highest why del
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she smoking on credit and doing whatever for a rock,
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it ain't never gonna stop 'cause the love is that deep or,
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could be the lust when the trust is a factor,
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love tin the fade, there's too much for the laughter
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puffing the master 'cause the dutch keep me capser
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floating like balloon strings, caught up in the rapture,
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need it with the lights slow, in since earning every lesson
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on the block considered intense learning
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before I was even intense earning
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automatically got it never stick shift person,
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love was in the air first time that I slow down
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just was trying to f*ck, no time for the romance
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couple bitches daddy told em with the program
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loving for the hustle made me wait for the post man
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early in the morning you was still sleep
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love have me up all night, tryin' to kill beats
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but I never had it, how they had it so I still creep
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I don't make excuses, I'm making niggas feel me
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giving them, giving them to me
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never just pass it by and you never stopped in the hood
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you was just passing by
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I never thought I'd see my little homie just ask to die in the game
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and you're talking 'bout practice, L and I
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with your pilot by your side you couldn't be half as fly
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ring die tryin' to walk be alive and be have a ride
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I paint the picture so effortless,
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we're talking bout love hold on and perfecting it
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boss is take losses no matter the deficit,
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I'm staying duck nigga I never seat.
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3 x
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Love and get you killed in the streets
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But I got that same love for my unborn child.
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Love don't have them bills, can't be waiting for no deal
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hit the road and kill one more time.
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Love
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| Dave East |
