What's Love?
We can tell
We can tell
We can tell our life stories
But that's not enough, you know
They want antics
They want a gimmick
You have to put on an image to sell
I always said fuck that, I'm just gonna be myself
Yo I learned a lesson in every loss
I grown from every setback
It's just ill to know, you know
I really appreciate everything that has happened up until this moment
Even though it was fucked up, I'm happy it happned
Had it not I wouldn't be right here in this space
I told my story
I been sincere
I chose to steer out of dodge
Evolve living this is god given
I'm in charge of my driven, hard headed, pigeon, odd pigment
Stigmetism rigid still I'm in it
Frick it
Hit the drive, survive the crash
I'm ready for the impact
Left the Cape, now I'm back
So intact with my inner being
Sprit lifted, still I'm dreaming
Couldn't catch the drift as we lift cerebellums
Mixed kids overzealous
Melanin in our melons
Call us felons cause we yelling to be heard
Using words as our swords still we cursed to be purged or worse
Swerve or merge in course
Of course, it hurts not to feel deserved
From birth we were hurst in box
Lock our body, can't trap our thoughts
All across the country lost souls in locks
Chic cloth for the style, kiss goodbye
Why lie?
This music fluent use it for our light
Cordless mic
Cyphing flooring life
Try to keep up
We up kicking shit from the gut
Hold it up, shot bank
Hand paint, what's love?
We can tell
We can tell our life stories
But that's not enough, you know
They want antics
They want a gimmick
You have to put on an image to sell
I always said fuck that, I'm just gonna be myself
Yo I learned a lesson in every loss
I grown from every setback
It's just ill to know, you know
I really appreciate everything that has happened up until this moment
Even though it was fucked up, I'm happy it happned
Had it not I wouldn't be right here in this space
I told my story
I been sincere
I chose to steer out of dodge
Evolve living this is god given
I'm in charge of my driven, hard headed, pigeon, odd pigment
Stigmetism rigid still I'm in it
Frick it
Hit the drive, survive the crash
I'm ready for the impact
Left the Cape, now I'm back
So intact with my inner being
Sprit lifted, still I'm dreaming
Couldn't catch the drift as we lift cerebellums
Mixed kids overzealous
Melanin in our melons
Call us felons cause we yelling to be heard
Using words as our swords still we cursed to be purged or worse
Swerve or merge in course
Of course, it hurts not to feel deserved
From birth we were hurst in box
Lock our body, can't trap our thoughts
All across the country lost souls in locks
Chic cloth for the style, kiss goodbye
Why lie?
This music fluent use it for our light
Cordless mic
Cyphing flooring life
Try to keep up
We up kicking shit from the gut
Hold it up, shot bank
Hand paint, what's love?
Credits
Writer(s): K. Van Haaren, Tony Hendrik
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