What the fuck is love? Don't nobody know what the fuck that shit is
I want that, that white-picket-fence love That Barack Obama and Michelle Obama love
I want that, that Ike and Tina love That, that hold my nina love That nothing-can-come-between-us love Yeah, yeah
To my BM I'm sorry, I couldn't give you love Let me give you my background and how all this shit was Pops had left me abandoned Momma, she want a family Granddad Cutty got AIDS and I'm almost living with granny Twelve years old, I was crying Lord knows my momma trying Moved me to South Carolina with daddy, he always lying Steady stuck in his ways Working minimum wage Met a woman out here, she had twins, and look how they raised Watching him love somebody else kids, shit too fucked up That's when my heart got cold and I felt like I couldn't trust none Thirteen in North Carolina, now I'm in seventh grade Middle school, West Millbrook, had hoop dreams but never played High school I went to Sanderson, me and momma, we homeless Shaudi locked in the feds right now, shit was moving slow motion Ninth grade, I got into a fight and broke his nose Then they switched me to Rolesville, this story, nobody knows I was raising three kids Shaudi fighting a bid I'm just turning fifteen, we tryna get it how we live My whole life it seem love would never seem to come close Every time I thought that it did, then it just went ghost Own family hating Thinking and contemplating like, "Why the fuck am I here?" Then I met you and had a baby I know this life shit ain't sweet I know I treated ya bad Just please don't take my son, and allow me to be his dad To the man who come after, she deserve the world And if it's me, I'm thankful and happy that you my girl This ain't for likes, I love you Wanna kiss you and hug you Always know you can call me and know that I'm coming for you Soon I'll go get a therapist and we'll speak to each other And hopes one day we rekindle and we ketchup like mustard Hope you see my intentions was never to put you under 'Cause no one in this world come above you Sincerely, Stink
And some people, nigga, I swear to God I, nigga, we was homeless sleeping inside of a minivan Six of us Is this love? Living inside of a motel Is this love? Shit wasn't sweet, we was living inside of a motel, bro Is this love? My sister went to prison for three years Is this love? I raised three kids At the age of thirteen, bro Is this love? That's what I'm saying Is this love? Ah, no, it's not about, it's not about, look Love Is this love?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
