Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Ain't, artist - CunninLynguists. Album song Southernunderground, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.02.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: APOS
Song language: English
Love Ain't |
Love ain’t for the faint of heart |
Start Training, this game is hard |
And arduous |
You’re gonna play in the dark like when it rains in the park |
You’re hardly conscious of the stains and scars |
Enabling your partly clouded logic |
To pay to impart bliss with arrangements of chocolates, now |
You’re working yourself out the same as when you strain with a nautilus |
And you’re willing to embrace pain facing sustained negative consequence |
If nothing you say when in love is embedded with common sense |
Then, do you really regret when you’ve shredded your promises? |
Now, I’ve tested the waters, kid. |
Sipped it; |
rippled the pond a bit |
Visits have been abolished, and this shit’s killing my confidence |
Is this filling your conscience when distance is an accomplishment? |
If you miss chicks when they’re around |
The phrase «Let's quit» isn’t an option |
You best fix whatever’s wrong and just move on and get on with it |
Cause, You’ll catch bigger fish in the sea if you manage not to drown in it |
It’s sad, but proud or not, most your standards go down a notch |
When loneliness drinks at the bar you set too high |
Cause, It isn’t really my time, is it? |
Shit… I just found the watch |
But hearing the bell toll for me twice a day |
Has me fearing my grandfather clock |
And I can’t die without trying, my hands tied in knots |
Knowing that I’ll never learn to brave the waves if I stand by the docks |
Love is hampered by thought, if you can handle the prospect of |
Death — it’s as massive a shock |
And to intellects, it’s a fuckin' smack in the crotch |
It’s a cancer that rots your soul, tosses demons off of the road |
Just use caution and know, that |
Love ain’t nothing but a loss of control |
Off then, we go |
Love’ll have you nervous, doing stupid shit on purpose |
Brain out of service, words slurred when you blurt shit. |
Studderin', utterin' non-sensical shit in your verses |
Feeling like a shirtless, 4-breasted woman in a circus. |
Furthurly trying to gap an unfillable void. |
Because of parents never transfering that unbillical joy. |
So girls create a false world of filling on boys |
Exploited, guys playing with her heart like her feelings are toys. |
But when you have it. |
there’s nothing like it, you get excited. |
Seeking those who provide it, on phones talking to psychics. |
Some fear it… spend their entire lives trying to fight it. |
Living in a confusing Hayes, like they’re grooving to Isaac. |
It ain’t the end of the rainbow with a treasure chest and a map. |
It ain’t easily learnable with definitions in tact. |
It can ride your train of though and demolitions your tracks. |
Hittin' and bullwhippin you, leavin' them slits in your back. |
But i’ve been a lucky one. |
loving parents, loving friends. |
But I still spend alot of my life loving sin. |
But I ain’t a genious on it, I can only pretend. |
Cause over all it’s an emotion I can not comprehend. |
it’s love |
Love ain’t the basis for action |
In a nation of addicts pacing and waiting for seconds of satisfaction |
Where the word itself is only fashioned in fits of passion |
Hand in hand with animalistic orgasmic reaction |
And the past isn’t felt as a match made in hell |
But rather its held as a latter day meld |
Of common mistakes and nice intentions |
But when false love retention is simply vice invention |
Its only right to mention the fights you get in |
Nightly visions of these Tina and Ike revisions |
So Whats Love really Got To Do With It? |
From prude women to stool pidgeons in soup kitchens |
The truth isn’t as eloquent so be intelligent |
Getting caught out of your element just for the hell of it’s irrelevant |
And that word’ll fit like a glove if you don’t get right, now live your life |
For the love or stop |