Love Songtext
von Copywrite feat. Tage Future

Tonight′s the night y'all become believers

Ball in our court and Pete shootin′ buzzard beavers
While I kill in my field of work like a pesticide
Your music's a movement, mine's an exercise
Talk slick like Soul Glo texturize
My daddy wears dark shades, his son next to rise
Come in the club and pacify ya
Givin′ me the cold shoulder just means you pass on fire
I′m in the midst of all these sweet ass muthafuckas
Laughin' hard at the life they lead as undercovers
Haters are starin′, under they breath mutters

We tried to told ya, call us Warner Brothers

Zaga

Sing it baby


Yo, Pete so mean
Got promethazine, two freaks so clean
Both Jack Sprat's wife, who could eat no lean
Please don′t scheme, my drugs for my pain
Don't fight my lane
You get headaches for goin′ against my grain
Blew through particles of new crews, pardon you

Pussy, be glad we dissed you
I loose screw garden tools, your new boo's target too

And she has daddy issues
Like an old Source magazine with a Juice Crew article

She's interviewin′ me sayin′ she love to see an artist grow
Cigar smoke, hour later she's blowin′ the artist growth
My bloodline genes are run by kings
Use your nuclear arms to hug my team
Hate on, I've got

And to you lightweights listenin′

Sittin' thinkin′ I lightweight dissed 'em

Doubt Mr. Right pays 'tention
About figures while I outwit ya
Told my mama I′mma outlive her
Like Everclear from a lightweight system
Groupie ho in the studio, I fuck her while recordin′
She's not a fan of gospel but a sucker for an organ
Far as my music goes though, there′s nothin' more important


So I′m abusin' hoes though, she′s somethin' more than gorgeous
And y'all can mimic me, see I broke the laws of ministry
Standin′ to the jaws of hell and sent ′em all to dentistry
Gemini, finish these, try to copy Pete's talks
Hold ′em, come along for the ride or watch me speed off

They say I put a lot of drive in every verse
I'm stayin′ in drive in every verse
I know those sound the same but I ain't say the same thing
I′m sick, need the help of every nurse

'Nough love to last me through the season
Holla when I'm passin′ through your region
They′re like Earth, Wind & Fire fans askin' for the reasons
We blastin′ all you weaklings, last of the Mohicans
Call all of my discussions disgustin'
Hungry, the studio sessions, his luncheon
Happen overnight my ass, I been bustin′
Gettin' sharper every day like Ben Button

Give it to me