What Is Love?
Mmm, aye
What is love?
I don't know
I been searching high and low
I don't know
Where to go
Maybe to my funeral
I'm dead inside
Closet's full of broken bones
I need love
Need it pure
I come from a broken home
It's pain, anger, and lust
Floating through these eyes
I got demons inside my mind
Plotting on my demise, hey
I, been alone, way too long
One hopeless dead soul
Heart beatin' fast, time movin' slow
Will heaven be my home?
Aye, uh
Time zone
In a different time zone
Lyrically I'm moving mountains, you can't even kick stones
Well that ain't part of the point I am tranna make
I'm good at writing songs, but suck, when I conversate
So I put my pain in songs instead
I'm tired of hearing screams of self-destruction in my head
It's time my demons listen to me, nigga Simon says
I mean I should confess
I used to pop a couple pills to deal with stress
The emotional type though
It's an ongoing cycle
I got trauma to work through
Since I was 5 I been hurting
Now I'm finally certain
Ain't no more love for an earthling
I'm on a quest I keep searching
The question still remains
What is love?
I don't know
I been searching high and low
I don't know
Where to go
Maybe to my funeral
I'm dead inside
Closet's full of broken bones
I need love
Need it pure
I come from a broken home
It's pain, anger, and lust
Floating through these eyes
I got demons inside my mind
Plotting on my demise, hey
I, been alone, way too long
One hopeless dead soul
Heart beatin' fast, time movin' slow
Will heaven be my home?
What is love?
I don't know
I been searching high and low
I don't know
Where to go
Maybe to my funeral
I'm dead inside
Closet's full of broken bones
I need love
Need it pure
I come from a broken home
It's pain, anger, and lust
Floating through these eyes
I got demons inside my mind
Plotting on my demise, hey
I, been alone, way too long
One hopeless dead soul
Heart beatin' fast, time movin' slow
Will heaven be my home?
Aye, uh
Time zone
In a different time zone
Lyrically I'm moving mountains, you can't even kick stones
Well that ain't part of the point I am tranna make
I'm good at writing songs, but suck, when I conversate
So I put my pain in songs instead
I'm tired of hearing screams of self-destruction in my head
It's time my demons listen to me, nigga Simon says
I mean I should confess
I used to pop a couple pills to deal with stress
The emotional type though
It's an ongoing cycle
I got trauma to work through
Since I was 5 I been hurting
Now I'm finally certain
Ain't no more love for an earthling
I'm on a quest I keep searching
The question still remains
What is love?
I don't know
I been searching high and low
I don't know
Where to go
Maybe to my funeral
I'm dead inside
Closet's full of broken bones
I need love
Need it pure
I come from a broken home
It's pain, anger, and lust
Floating through these eyes
I got demons inside my mind
Plotting on my demise, hey
I, been alone, way too long
One hopeless dead soul
Heart beatin' fast, time movin' slow
Will heaven be my home?
Credits
Writer(s): Thapelo Ramodumo
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