Love Is Hard

The primal question of any village
What are you thinking?
How are you feeling?
What have we done to each other?

'Cause if I love her then I'll try to leave
I'll just suffocate and struggle while she tries to breathe
Her naked beauty's no excuse, that's all my eyes can see
You ain't no hoe, you know the go, so who you tryna be?
Or are you playing hide and seek?
If you're lost then I'll be finders keep
I spend this money on three flights a week
Just to do these shows, smoke dro' on this road
All while we light this weed
And life's a bitch, that's all that I believe

But maybe there's a lot to see
Hidden visions that our minds can be
Something greater, maybe I'm 'bout my paper
Maybe I never found that I'm drowning just like the laker
Ballin', until I meet my maker, I fuck her later
But love's a pain that I'm addicted to
I rub this lamp and call this genie, make the wish for you
This perfect portrait, I could paint this if I pictured you
I'm reminiscing 'bout what bitches do

Baby, I'm the man
All I know is never cry, get high, and then I fake my grit
Even god knows that Blakey sins, that be when this pain begins
And if you're broken then I'll take you in
Don't try to save me miss, please don't try to save me miss
For real though
I'm sick and tired of these fuckin' hoes
I graduated like a fucking pro

I went from three girls in one week to having three at a time
Yeah what you fucking know?
I'm Gladiator girl, I'm Russell Crowe
Take me off your block list
Please pick up your fucking phone
My life has meaning when we're not alone
Now it seems you're leaving and you're sleeping with bitches
That smell of new cologne
I think it's Gucci when she wants to bone

Give it to her real good, real good, real good
Don't gotta tell me this feels good
I see this in your face girl, I feel this in your bones
I could be this empty space, let me get you in your zone
Let me get you all alone
Let me get you all alone
Let me get you in your zone
I got money on my mind, won't you save me?
All these women in my life make me crazy
Ha, yeah

Love is hard, so find somebody worth it
Or else you'll have the hardest times to find somebody perfect
So many nights we kept on trying when no line was working
Chill was losing sleep throughout the night, but now he's rising early
I feel like these days the fake is real, all that's real is fake
Twenty racks on clothes, still don't own no real estates
If you got the drive, they cut you off to see you break
The devil told me take a sip, I said I need a taste, I crave for it

I'm living in this big town
Bitches doing cocaine while they listening to Chris Brown but
I got my big doink and I'm listening to Big Earl
They taking big L's so please tell me when this switch round
Life is like a gift, that's why they call it presence
I could smell success, I know that timing's of the essence
I've lost count of all the times that I would count the seconds
Cause i've noticed that this time is slower when my mind is stressing

In the streets we never see emotions
I keep it deep inside my mind, it's like a deeper focus
You don't know about my life and all this weed I've smoked
And what's the point of cheap affection, fuck it girl I needs devotion
She poured another cup
She said, "I dare you to sit
It fucks you up, my dog, I dare you to flip"
It make me wanna buy a pistol just to stare at this grip
It's like my bitches, like I'm scared to commit

I swear to god you only get what you give
Get what you give
But at the same time we gotta get it how we live
Pass it round like a spliff
Take a breath and breathe it in
Yeah, yeah, we need an ounce of this shit

And they consume with all this hate, I be stupid to relate
How the fuck we disconnected from our friends, the human race?
When my mind is filled with silence, I use music to escape
'Cause us real men we go to work to try put food up on the plate
We punch the clock, screaming, "Fuck the cops"
I be riding through my city until something pops
When the buds are fully flowered, we collect the crops
Fuck the enemies, the masters, and invest in stock

'Til your moneys coming down
It's coming down
Be careful of this karma girl, it's coming round
And I'ma get so high that I ain't coming down
Fuck, I think my girl is coming now
Aw yeah, real talk, love to come



Credits
Writer(s): Blake James Turnell, Jerry Noriega
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