N O • l O v E

(Ain't really no lovin' this, Niggas cross you, I guess that's how it is
We used to ride through the trenches wid it. Never thought my brother turn to a snitch,
I'm talkin' bout no love, no love)

(No love, no love
No love, no love
No love, no love)

Get me back home, just get me back home, please
So sincerely pleadin' every time I catch a break
Stomped in the dime, fallin' like an avalanche
Frozen in time, I just wanna go back home

Go back home to a place where a heart of Aphrodite
Pump life back in to me, sincerely screamin' like a late night movie
Beaming in the headlights, stuck in a catastrophe
They call life living an imperfect dream

Some would say, perfect seems
But underneath the crown, there's a king, an unsung hero
In immortal fatigues, there's a human being
And a human in quiet memory

Fallin' like a river flows, darling to myself, that was quite close
A hero and a gladiator in you
Back, I just when I get back home, I wanna go where
The nuclear families are seasoned greetings.

(Ain't really no lovin' this, Niggas cross you, I guess that's how it is
We used to ride through the trenches wid it. Never thought my brother turn to a snitch,
I'm talkin' bout no love, no love)

(No love, no love
No love, no love
No love, no love, hey.)

Mom and a guy called Dad, screaming about what they had
We did not, what a time, I almost forgot
But some nights were rough, broken furniture

Dishes crashed for both bitches that
Could've been dead, but they did not
I would close my eyes and imagine silence inside my head
And the wind would be startin' the summer, we ate like kings

Simpler times and screams
If I could travel back in time, I would still let myself cry
Already knowin' we ain't gonna get it in the first try
But waved myself goodbye like a selfish lullaby

I would stroll right up, forever forward movin
Levitating in the sands of time
Just tryna get back home, get back home
That's what you're supposed to be, narrating
Reality, baby, take my hand and sing.

(There's really no love in this, Niggas cross you, I guess that's how it is
We used to ride through the trenches with it,
Never thought my brother turned to a snitch.)

(I'm talkin' bout
No love, no love
I get, I get, I get
No love, no love
No love, no love
No love, no love.)