Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song February Love, artist - The-Dream.
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Song language: English
February Love |
Come and walk me to the car |
I wanna see you |
From here to there, can’t help but stare |
Give me some insight |
No bullshit, a real conversation |
Put me on your block |
Im moving in |
I would love to be love’s neighbor |
If you dont mind, I dont mind |
Do anything for just a fraction of you |
And I know this may sound stalkerish |
But that’s because you are the shit |
Alright, if I’m attention be my center |
If you’re Spring, I’m Summer |
If you’re Fall, I’m Winter |
Speaking of Winter |
Be my February Love, Love, Love |
My love |
Be my February Love, Love, Love |
Give me your love, give me your heart |
Promise we’ll never be apart |
I know you used to them niggas saying whatever Promise that we’ll always be |
together |
Take a picture, I’ll buy the frame |
Let me change your car, then change your name |
You are my destiny, child |
Now lets make us a destiny child |
Girl rock with me |
Quench the curiosity |
I’m positive that we are meant to be |
Don’t let them spoil it with negativity |
See we are the beautiful ones |
Baby come and step in to my sun |
Before the cold takes it away |
Come and |
Be my February Love, Love, Love |
Girl |
Be my February Love, Love, Love |
Phantom in the driveway |
Sittin on the courtside |
Shawty I ain’t new to this |
You better get used to this |
30 foot ceilings, life style appealing |
Check my 09' taxes I made a killin' |
Haters wanna kill 'em, real niggas feel 'em |
Dream ain’t on credits, they musta got a feeling |
Ha, he so silly |
Dont mean to be rude |
But some of these niggas just ain’t got a clue |
Quality love, follow me girl |
These niggas so scandalous |
These comedian niggas should do stand up |
These break up before holidays ass niggas |
Them leasin' Benz’s, pretending ass niggas |
Hell yea I already told y’all niggas |
I’m a motha fuckin' hater |
Especially when y’all niggas lying about |
Y’all motha fuckin' paper |
He poppin champagne |
Thrown up, bet your man all up on the TV screen Dont own your publishin' |
Hell naw you ain’t got more money than me |
Just help me understand, help me comprehend |
Matter of fact dont tell me shit |
She know you’re full of it |
Its so much that I can say |
But she pulling me away |
Stay in your lane |
They like |
My February Love, Love, Love |
She loves |
My February Love, Love, Love |