I could tell you a love story
All about this man, how he fell for her
A different kind of love like he'd go to jail for it
Fast forward then he go break out his cell for it
He a young man
Feels like he's losing it
Losing grip on the girl he love
Yeah, a shoot and miss
Guess like she aint feel one was enough
Yeah, a ruthless chick
Only time could reveal what the lil dude would get
Before, he would sit back with his bros with A big back full of zigzags bein shaded by the trees
Now he's so gone like the color of the leaves
That fall every fall
Where he's never to be seen
Is his evidence his dreams?
And the pictures that they paint
Or his meddling in schemes
With the image of saint
She a feather in the breeze
He a stay up in his place
Type G with passion to be great,
Wait
I could tell you a love story
But, it's only worse from here
They was neighbors he was fuckin with her for about a year
Catchin mad feelins, fool fallin for his worse fear
She knew that she got him by the time he saw her first tear,
Headed for the bottom of the bottles not his first beer,
Only bringin drama, getting caught up with the dudes peers,
So He got em back, loves crazy.. shit that thoughts clear
I could tell you a love a story,
Yeah.. About the girl with the electric eyes
Everytime he'd see her with another guy he'd die inside
His Mind tell him try to breathe you're drowning in the highest tide
But his heart would tell him follow, thoughts bottled, full throttle, her voice hallow from the words that
Were too sharp to swallow
She a perfect role model for the modeling role,
He tried to say some nice words but all of em cold
He's writing letters through each verse, until all of them sold
These love stories just his life, and together is old
Never forgetting the weather whenever weather is cold,
Whether there's never another level for him in the globe,
Never settling, no not ever, for nothing but gold
Betting bets that are better, know where he's destined to go,
Invested in flow
And now don't need a vest when he float
Up to the steps of the podium to address all the folk,
That all I'm running my mouth about is some women just hoes,
And that some women forget
About how it was before
And how I'm holding the frets
But I can't hit the right notes
And I was okay with threats about how you was gon' go,
But I was never that stressed, I thought that we wouldn't fold
Sometimes we would get upset, but bein mads gettin old
Another lady on the water
Let the story be told
I rock 100 sweaters in the summer over love stories told,
White widow kinda night, over love stories wrote
By the young champ, now he wonders where'd the glory go
Used to write raps, but it isn't how it was before
He stayed right here, and he had to watch you walk away
You got so scared, wish it never woulda happened, hey
Have you ever heard that? A boy in love with his music and his girl, that, yeah that was his world jack
I could tell you a love story-
More stories,
Horrow stories,
And fairytales
And when the good goes to the bad,
You know it's very real
I feel nothin
But I'm hummin on the Ferris wheel
Still,
Drop these words
On the verse
On the curb
What could be worse man,
Than thinkin that the universe
Uhh.. Wait
Every Day I write a universe ( you & I -verse)
U N I could ride till we 95 ridin 90 in a bluish hearse on the road to the funeral and still find the time to smoke a bowl girl if truth be told,
Know you never heard a story quite like this before
And if you talkin I just hope it's never on the low
Damn my flow be gettin cold,
As im gettin old
Feel like I be over all these hoes,
Got a centerfold
How u sposed to keep ya head low
When there's no control
And u go, harder on the mic when you lettin go
I Never been level with rappers,
Wack that it's something we know
Forever been fed up with rappers
Back out my comfortable zone,
Back, and I'm takin the throne,
Love stories all that I know
Hard, that all that I go,
Bars, at all of my shows
And I don't need the cars or clothes,
Told my shorty in a minute I'll be gettin dough
How these rappers talkin bout how they be fuckin drippin gold?
And then I look up in the mirror, I won't fit the mold...
