The Love Song Songtext
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The Love Song Songtext
Contrary to popular belief
You know what, yo
This is not a love song, it′s a sonnet
Damn, it feels good to have people up on it but
I'm just a fool playing with the master′s tools
Learning how to break the rules of this record company pool
Hallucination, I see with my eyes
But my heart's telling me lies, why do I fantasize
Why am I telling lies to the people from the stage?
Pretending it's all good when inside it′s fire and rage
′Cause I can't understand
How a man lives off the life of another man
Trying to pimp the universe, that′s a joke
I stay rocking the boat down to my last note
It's murder she wrote, assassination vocabulary
I see your termination is heavily necessary
I should′a known, they do it for Forbes alone
I do it to break the walls if I fell off then let me know people
It's funny how life can go
First you ride high, then you might lay low
Don′t get high off your own supply
Some will set foots before a fall comes by
This is my message to the world
Just trying to reach every boy and girl
Not trying to say if it's right or wrong (you know what, yo)
Lyrical optometrist with 2020 vision
Servin' rhymes like my granny used to serve provision
Chaotical amniotical fluid, the rap Jewett that′s fluent (yeah)
In the art of onomatopoeia
Metaphysical microscopic topic dropper
When I was a kid, I wanted roller skates and a bike chopper
But alas, pop, pop, never thought to keep me in style
That′s why I'm schizophrenic now so
God bless the child that has his own
The harvest we reap is what we sown (what?)
Chrome microphone, shoot it, towards the dome
Of computer digital clones (yeah), that mimic philosopher stones
Saying the style′s their own, when they bite like Mike from Brownsville
That sounds ill (what?) Relationship is a mirror (uh-huh)
But you see yourself within, and the picture is clearer
That's why I′m on the scene wit a mic, like Ernesto Guevara (uh-huh)
While they exploit your life like Geraldo Rivera, they just
It's funny how life can go
First you ride high, then you might lay low
Don′t get high off your own supply
Some will set foots before a fall comes by
This is my message to the world
Just trying to reach every boy and girl
Not trying to say if it's right or wrong (yeah)
This is just a love song (check it)
It's easy not to care, what people say
It′s harder to pretend to try
′Cause they can only love you from yesterday
I'm looking at the Nile, it rose high
I′m just a man who's walking
They stand around and keep talking
They tried to clip my wings
But wisdom fills so many things, say it again
I′m just a man who's walking
They stand around and keep talking
They tried to clip my wings
But wisdom says so many things to love, love
It′s funny how life can go
Don't get high off your own supply
This is my message to the world
Not trying to say if it's right or wrong
This is just a love song
It′s funny how life can go
Don′t get high off your own supply
This is my message to the world
Not trying to say if it's right or wrong
You know what, yo
This is not a love song, it′s a sonnet
Damn, it feels good to have people up on it but
I'm just a fool playing with the master′s tools
Learning how to break the rules of this record company pool
Hallucination, I see with my eyes
But my heart's telling me lies, why do I fantasize
Why am I telling lies to the people from the stage?
Pretending it's all good when inside it′s fire and rage
′Cause I can't understand
How a man lives off the life of another man
Trying to pimp the universe, that′s a joke
I stay rocking the boat down to my last note
It's murder she wrote, assassination vocabulary
I see your termination is heavily necessary
I should′a known, they do it for Forbes alone
I do it to break the walls if I fell off then let me know people
It's funny how life can go
First you ride high, then you might lay low
Don′t get high off your own supply
Some will set foots before a fall comes by
This is my message to the world
Just trying to reach every boy and girl
Not trying to say if it's right or wrong (you know what, yo)
Lyrical optometrist with 2020 vision
Servin' rhymes like my granny used to serve provision
Chaotical amniotical fluid, the rap Jewett that′s fluent (yeah)
In the art of onomatopoeia
Metaphysical microscopic topic dropper
When I was a kid, I wanted roller skates and a bike chopper
But alas, pop, pop, never thought to keep me in style
That′s why I'm schizophrenic now so
God bless the child that has his own
The harvest we reap is what we sown (what?)
Chrome microphone, shoot it, towards the dome
Of computer digital clones (yeah), that mimic philosopher stones
Saying the style′s their own, when they bite like Mike from Brownsville
That sounds ill (what?) Relationship is a mirror (uh-huh)
But you see yourself within, and the picture is clearer
That's why I′m on the scene wit a mic, like Ernesto Guevara (uh-huh)
While they exploit your life like Geraldo Rivera, they just
It's funny how life can go
First you ride high, then you might lay low
Don′t get high off your own supply
Some will set foots before a fall comes by
This is my message to the world
Just trying to reach every boy and girl
Not trying to say if it's right or wrong (yeah)
This is just a love song (check it)
It's easy not to care, what people say
It′s harder to pretend to try
′Cause they can only love you from yesterday
I'm looking at the Nile, it rose high
I′m just a man who's walking
They stand around and keep talking
They tried to clip my wings
But wisdom fills so many things, say it again
I′m just a man who's walking
They stand around and keep talking
They tried to clip my wings
But wisdom says so many things to love, love
It′s funny how life can go
Don't get high off your own supply
This is my message to the world
Not trying to say if it's right or wrong
This is just a love song
It′s funny how life can go
Don′t get high off your own supply
This is my message to the world
Not trying to say if it's right or wrong
Writer(s): Damon Elliot, Alecia Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
