HATE/LOVE
Hate that I overcontextualize
Read the book of miseducation, my morals less defined
I
Hate conversation
I hate the lack of empathy that's plaguing the nation
Sensitive eyes
Reeking with the deadliest cries
We only grew up 'round corruption and the heaviest lies
"It's okay"
"We'll make a way"
I hate it
Feeling more overly dedicated than a duck with some worth
Skippin' stones, never knew it would hurt
Skippin' songs, I give youth more than verbs
I mean, the pen don't lie
I consciously thrive in hardships
The ball is mine, you check it and gon' lose your guard quick
You synthesize the pain of a black baby
Angles often dangerous, you know I hate it
Why you see me & don't say shit
I hate observations
I hate the feeling of feeling "on" cuz I can't duplicate it
I hate that I write, I wish that I spoke
Breathes of fresh air into microphones
I hate feeling like my timing's off
I hate that we gotta leave all the lights turned on
When we leave the spot, cuz we know intruders'll plot rigorously
I hate feeling like this shit useless to me
I'm writing verses for a purpose I'm too stupid to see
I hate it all
I hate it all
I hate it all
Man, I hate it all
I hate it all
I just hate it all
I just hate it all
Man, I hate it all
I hate hate, wish the love persevered
Love the feeling when the money is clear
Love the feeling when the honey's is near
I love love, bring abundance when here
All the hundreds I smear, across the arm cuz I'm loving this here
I love the feeling that I'm deeply involved
I love the fact I'm never putting this off
Love the people that's been doing me wrong
Although sad, that's the shit that gon' charge me up
And starve me up
I love being where the money resides
I love the feeling when the money arrives
I love feeling like I'm gonna survive
I said, "I look like I love me"
Look, I feel like that love free
Look, I love the feeling of feeling so carefree
Look
All you cautious artists love to start the problems
And gossip often bout each other's pockets
They watching, looking and scheming all up for a profit
Concocted many a reason, even stole yo conscious
A novice, ready and willing to destroy composites
You carbon copy
More than motley crew of sleuthing investigators
Send you skating to creators
Commentators, legislators & educators alike
Elevator to the heavens, what destination you'd like
Perpetrating mediators, I indicated you right
Sometimes, shit just feel like
Love won't win at all
Love won't win at all
(who's praying for me?)
(ain't nobody praying)
Read the book of miseducation, my morals less defined
I
Hate conversation
I hate the lack of empathy that's plaguing the nation
Sensitive eyes
Reeking with the deadliest cries
We only grew up 'round corruption and the heaviest lies
"It's okay"
"We'll make a way"
I hate it
Feeling more overly dedicated than a duck with some worth
Skippin' stones, never knew it would hurt
Skippin' songs, I give youth more than verbs
I mean, the pen don't lie
I consciously thrive in hardships
The ball is mine, you check it and gon' lose your guard quick
You synthesize the pain of a black baby
Angles often dangerous, you know I hate it
Why you see me & don't say shit
I hate observations
I hate the feeling of feeling "on" cuz I can't duplicate it
I hate that I write, I wish that I spoke
Breathes of fresh air into microphones
I hate feeling like my timing's off
I hate that we gotta leave all the lights turned on
When we leave the spot, cuz we know intruders'll plot rigorously
I hate feeling like this shit useless to me
I'm writing verses for a purpose I'm too stupid to see
I hate it all
I hate it all
I hate it all
Man, I hate it all
I hate it all
I just hate it all
I just hate it all
Man, I hate it all
I hate hate, wish the love persevered
Love the feeling when the money is clear
Love the feeling when the honey's is near
I love love, bring abundance when here
All the hundreds I smear, across the arm cuz I'm loving this here
I love the feeling that I'm deeply involved
I love the fact I'm never putting this off
Love the people that's been doing me wrong
Although sad, that's the shit that gon' charge me up
And starve me up
I love being where the money resides
I love the feeling when the money arrives
I love feeling like I'm gonna survive
I said, "I look like I love me"
Look, I feel like that love free
Look, I love the feeling of feeling so carefree
Look
All you cautious artists love to start the problems
And gossip often bout each other's pockets
They watching, looking and scheming all up for a profit
Concocted many a reason, even stole yo conscious
A novice, ready and willing to destroy composites
You carbon copy
More than motley crew of sleuthing investigators
Send you skating to creators
Commentators, legislators & educators alike
Elevator to the heavens, what destination you'd like
Perpetrating mediators, I indicated you right
Sometimes, shit just feel like
Love won't win at all
Love won't win at all
(who's praying for me?)
(ain't nobody praying)
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Writer(s): Nebeyou Daniel
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