Lyrics Is It Love - 3LAU, Yeah Boy, Justin Caruso

Is It Love

Nobody’s perfect, I’ll never try, no
But I promise I’m worth it if you just open up your eyes
I need a second chance, I-I need a friend
Someone who’s gon stand by me right there 'til the end
If you want the best of my heart
You just gotta see the good in me
'Cause I could be the rain in your desert sky
I could be the fire in your darkest night
I could be your curse or your angel
It’s all in how you love me
I could be your sun when it’s cold outside
I could be your rock when there’s nowhere to hide
I could be your curse or your angel
It’s all in how you love me, it’s how you love me
I never said I was perfect, see, I never claimed to be
'Cause perfect is perception, perception is all that they can see
A vacancy replacin' this space in place where my heart should be
Harpin' on these emotions, self loathin', broken, what’s wrong with me?
A song to me is more than just some bullshit and words
It’s the only time some nobody like me would be heard
I was that kid that would get picked last, never the one that would skip class
Never to puff when the piff pass, so me and the rap is a miss match, right?
Your stereotype got me feeling up tight
Got me wanting to fight
I’ve been up every night, as I write and I write
I’ve been looking for light in the darkness of night
It’s a bit of a pipe… dream, that’s what they told me
If I listened to your dumbass, I’d regret it as the old me
'Cause I could be the rain in your desert sky
I could be the fire in your darkest night
I could be your curse or your angel
It’s all in how you love me
I could be your sun when it’s cold outside
I could be your rock when there’s nowhere to hide
I could be your curse or your angel
It’s all in how you love me, it’s how you love me
I never said I was perfect, see I never claimed to be
'Cause perfect is perception, perception is all that they can see
Amazes me, I found a group of people who found faith in me
TEAMWITT until my death, I’ll fucking take that to the grave with me
They can’t see through bullshit, so they’re left with only fake and weak
Ten writers to write «Timber,» spill my soul and no one’s playing me
It’s plain to see, they hatin' me, they take what they can take from me
They’ll never find no fake in me, they said my dream was make believe
Well, thankfully, I use your hate to me to motivate, you see?
I can be your everything or everyday your enemy
Or everyday your memory, you might just be a friend of me
You spend your time defendin' me, but me is all I tend to… be
'Cause I could be the rain in your desert sky
I could be the fire in your darkest night
I could be your curse or your angel
It’s all in how you love me
I could be your sun when it’s cold outside
I could be your rock when there’s nowhere to hide
I could be your curse or your angel
It’s all in how you love me, it’s how you love me