[Verse 1: Theophilus]
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Uh, uh
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This makes my momma smile, on some good mood shit
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I'm here to teach your young man how he should move, should move
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Vigilant, stay healthy on some good food shit
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But Ted mixes on the block, I think you should, should move
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The love is lost, up in the lover's forest
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We need the sun, we need the moon, we need another force
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My boy Pop live around the way
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And in the glitz and the glamor glamor, I must say
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We survived another Friday on some Ice Cube shit
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Now get some rum and get some coke and let the ice cubes hit
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Fuck a streetwear gang, this some new shoe shit, uh
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It got the views out the window homie, YouTube it
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This year's model, with this charming brother
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Six fair models, you swore on the color
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You warn each other, things could get hectic here
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Have a smoke, kick back, sipping Blue Bell beer
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Yea it's obvious that you got fear
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Too bad I'm looking at the girl in the blue cashmere
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And how she spelled out my name with her nail in the mirror
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And guess where we're off next next next, uh uh
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A blessed day, Sunday vibes too
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I spoke to my sugar boo, and she'll be here too
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Enough to pack out, until we're clear out blue
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And on a jet having yea on the way to Peru, Peru, Peru Peru
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[Hook x2: Jesse Boykins III]
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All the love in the world is right here in bed
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All this love from me girl, can't leave me red
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All the nights in my dreams, I wouldn't have seen
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This is the Life of a Lover, this is the Life of a Lover, ooh
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[Verse 2: Blu]
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Yeah
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This is a song for the lovers with a capital L
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Lost love leaping levels thinking love is to sell
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Puffin Ls on visual flight to Brazil
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At the well at the bottom of that bucket when I fell for that free time
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Jailing thoughts to settle bail
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You know the one with bell, story told so well, if not
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You all will, I promise, we all fall to the sun goddess
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Some time on this planet, damn it
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And I was granted the stain of the pomegranate
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Love branded on my brain, damaged from the Jane
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Dames falling all lame, wonder why I need breaks to explain
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Don't matter when they after that change
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Go figure like a sister with a gold toned figure
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No figures, counting love with my bucks instead of fingers
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No Mingus, plucking harp strings, circle rings around Venus where the Queens at
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Besides a magazine rack
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Came back to America with they dreams stacked
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Can I help you get your shit straight?
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Weed sacks, mixtapes, gift bags paid with Swiss francs, just think
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Exchange digits dipping out the bank, hey
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[Hook]
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Life Of A Lover
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Theophilus London |