And Then There Was Luv
What is love?
Do we even know?
You remember who taught you the rules of this game
That we play, if you do I need to meet your coach
We conditioned to understand the construct of love
At a young age
But as we grow that's when things differ
I once thought love was unconditional
Now its shit I gotta pay attention to like
Age difference, Racial Preference
Social Status
Gotta job with benefits and it pays you well
That's the only thing that matters
Why is it that every woman that I meet
She got her guard up, I know ya past is hard I imagine
She damaged, got trouble coping with the trauma
Need me to heal her scars with a
Bandage
I'm controlling my shit
I got hands too, nobody holding my shit
How the fuck you expect me to heal you
My heart dark, and it get cold like Smith
You expect me to hear you out, and change for you
I feel this table for one
You assure me this table for two
Long as everything here is pertaining to you
What is love?
(What is love?)
What is Love?
(Somebody tell me what love is!
(What is love?)
What is Love?
(I'm still trying to figure it out)
What is Love?
(What is love)
(What is love)
What is love?
What is. Love?
(What is love, what is love, what is love?)
What is love?
What is. Love?
(What is love, what is love, what is love?)
What is love?
What is. Love?
(What is love,)
What is love?
What Is Love?
What Is Love?
And then there was love
But what is love?
Do we even know?
Its like we have an understanding of it
But not really sure
Do we even know?
You remember who taught you the rules of this game
That we play, if you do I need to meet your coach
We conditioned to understand the construct of love
At a young age
But as we grow that's when things differ
I once thought love was unconditional
Now its shit I gotta pay attention to like
Age difference, Racial Preference
Social Status
Gotta job with benefits and it pays you well
That's the only thing that matters
Why is it that every woman that I meet
She got her guard up, I know ya past is hard I imagine
She damaged, got trouble coping with the trauma
Need me to heal her scars with a
Bandage
I'm controlling my shit
I got hands too, nobody holding my shit
How the fuck you expect me to heal you
My heart dark, and it get cold like Smith
You expect me to hear you out, and change for you
I feel this table for one
You assure me this table for two
Long as everything here is pertaining to you
What is love?
(What is love?)
What is Love?
(Somebody tell me what love is!
(What is love?)
What is Love?
(I'm still trying to figure it out)
What is Love?
(What is love)
(What is love)
What is love?
What is. Love?
(What is love, what is love, what is love?)
What is love?
What is. Love?
(What is love, what is love, what is love?)
What is love?
What is. Love?
(What is love,)
What is love?
What Is Love?
What Is Love?
And then there was love
But what is love?
Do we even know?
Its like we have an understanding of it
But not really sure
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Writer(s): Ean Defoor
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