Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song True Love , by - Apathy. Release date: 03.01.2006
Song language: English
True Love |
| Yeah, we’ll do the old school shit for 'em |
| Do I love you? |
| Do I lust for you? |
| Am I a sinner 'cause I do it too? |
| Would you let me know? |
| Right now, please |
| Is it true love? |
| I wanna find a perfect mate who know about «The Purple Tape» |
| A lot of bitches perpetrate, imper-per-per-per-personating |
| Something that’s real, something that’s raw |
| Something that the neighbors can hear right through their walls |
| John Lennon and Yoko, Jesus and Mary Magdalene |
| Something very passionate, love you like I loved my starter jacket |
| Back in sixth grade, walked with a switch and got a switch blade |
| A badass chick can turn your bad ass bitch-made |
| I want a «Gangsta Bitch» like Apache says |
| Who raps like Lauryn Hill did on «Nappy Heads» |
| And fuck wearing lingerie, I be tearing you out of it |
| Put my tongue in your pussy and speak the Arabic alphabet |
| Better watch out, addictive as a sort of new drug |
| You better look out, I’m on the corner pumping «True Love» |
| So be true, they can go just as quick as they come |
| Don’t ever try to play me out hun, cause I ain’t the one |
| This is dedicated to you, just for the love of it |
| Not that radio R&B, I really can’t fuck with it |
| All my old school shit, no you can’t have it |
| But when it gets cold, I’ll let you wear my jacket |
| Still kind of immature, I’ll call your ex-man a faggot |
| Shit he ain’t doing nothing anyway, there’s no static |
| You’re my Cleopatra, even after all of the fights |
| I might tell you that I’m wrong even though I was right |
| That’s true love |
| Uh, aiyyo I used to have this Hip Hop chick |
| In the crib rocking T-shirt and her flip-flop shit |
| Had the sweetest little smile that would shine so fine |
| And plus she knew the whole «Illmatic» line for line |
| As I think back I guess she was just tryna find |
| Herself and her wealth with all the beats and rhymes |
| I used to pull up to the side real close and say «Baby |
| It’s cool to love rap but don’t forget to be a lady» |
| I tried to buy her heels, all she wanted was dunks |
| Tried to get her manicures but she was not copping |
| Took her to the club so we could do our slow dance |
| And they played Marvin Gaye and her ass start pop-locking |
| Aww, didn’t have time to play with it |
| So I just went the other way with it, got this all pretty ho |
| I mean this high maintenance «Sex in the City» ho |
| All the time borderline, Raphael Sadiddy ho |
| So I’m chilling with this fashionista |
| Watching VH1 Soul on the couch lamping |
| They close «Slam» by Onyx and she asked |
| «Ay baby, when did the guy from Moesha start rapping?» |
| Man, a nigga could’ve fell through the floor |
| But it was right then and there is when I solved the riddle |
| My women can’t be a head, but she ain’t gotta be a airhead |
| Just love Hip Hop and meet me somewhere in the middle |
| True love |