Find Your Love...
That look thats on your face can tell the whole damn story
Let them shades hide your beauty from us I can't condone it
Let me see it
Man that bruise across your eye
I can't believe it
Yeah
You deserve peace of mind
Break from your daily distractions
Then pour some red wine
Pedicure, feet rubs
Cucumber water and shrimp
Hope that I prophesies for this new generation of men
Cause what a woman worth is diamonds
And if we had the money we'd be in the Cayman Islands
Even kids goin' crazy but the roots domestic violence
The stress, I swear I see it girl
You always try to hide it
Letters From Sasha
Just find ya love baby
Yeah
Just find your love
Keep it pushin'
Find ya love baby
Yeah
Just find ya love
Get it together
Find ya love baby
Shit
Just find ya love
Don't be trippin'
Find ya love baby
Yeah
Just find ya love
Yeah
Crazy he can't send a dozen roses
Sea of petals 'cross the floor
Or just simply wash some dishes
Or just help you fold some clothes
I got two lil sisters
You get killed around here
If you ever disrespect
Man I'll do them twenty years
Shit, she starting internet dating
Need some better lighting for them lil pictures you taking
Selfie poses don't be shy
Play around with them faces
Show some confidence that Tinder ain't seen in some ages
Just brush off them feelings
He left you scarred
Can't settle for lesser person you met at a hookah bar
I'm just sayin'
He built you for entertainment
With two shots of 1800
Waitin' for you to taste it
So y'all can fuck on occasions
You think I'm lying to you
Trust the devil
TV reality shows about this
You better be careful
Make all your ex's wish they ain't met you
And I can name several times
Where fat asses and some distractions can fuck up ya hustle
Just find ya love baby
Yeah
Just find ya love
Keep it pushin'
Find ya love baby
Yeah
Just find ya love
Get it together
Find ya love baby hey
Just find ya love
Don't be trippin'
Find ya love baby
Yeah
Just find ya love
Aye
You can't see it coming
Til it hits you
Then your runnin' from it
Twinkle in your eyes
You're the prize
I'm gonna show you baby
Twinkle in your eye
You're the prize
I'm gonna show you baby
Find your love
Your love
Find your love
Let them shades hide your beauty from us I can't condone it
Let me see it
Man that bruise across your eye
I can't believe it
Yeah
You deserve peace of mind
Break from your daily distractions
Then pour some red wine
Pedicure, feet rubs
Cucumber water and shrimp
Hope that I prophesies for this new generation of men
Cause what a woman worth is diamonds
And if we had the money we'd be in the Cayman Islands
Even kids goin' crazy but the roots domestic violence
The stress, I swear I see it girl
You always try to hide it
Letters From Sasha
Just find ya love baby
Yeah
Just find your love
Keep it pushin'
Find ya love baby
Yeah
Just find ya love
Get it together
Find ya love baby
Shit
Just find ya love
Don't be trippin'
Find ya love baby
Yeah
Just find ya love
Yeah
Crazy he can't send a dozen roses
Sea of petals 'cross the floor
Or just simply wash some dishes
Or just help you fold some clothes
I got two lil sisters
You get killed around here
If you ever disrespect
Man I'll do them twenty years
Shit, she starting internet dating
Need some better lighting for them lil pictures you taking
Selfie poses don't be shy
Play around with them faces
Show some confidence that Tinder ain't seen in some ages
Just brush off them feelings
He left you scarred
Can't settle for lesser person you met at a hookah bar
I'm just sayin'
He built you for entertainment
With two shots of 1800
Waitin' for you to taste it
So y'all can fuck on occasions
You think I'm lying to you
Trust the devil
TV reality shows about this
You better be careful
Make all your ex's wish they ain't met you
And I can name several times
Where fat asses and some distractions can fuck up ya hustle
Just find ya love baby
Yeah
Just find ya love
Keep it pushin'
Find ya love baby
Yeah
Just find ya love
Get it together
Find ya love baby hey
Just find ya love
Don't be trippin'
Find ya love baby
Yeah
Just find ya love
Aye
You can't see it coming
Til it hits you
Then your runnin' from it
Twinkle in your eyes
You're the prize
I'm gonna show you baby
Twinkle in your eye
You're the prize
I'm gonna show you baby
Find your love
Your love
Find your love
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Writer(s): Ellis Taylor Iii
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