Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song February Love , by - The-Dream. Release date: 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 |