Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song True Love, artist - Apathy.
Date of issue: 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 |