Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Synthetic, artist - Rehab. Album song Million Dollar Mug Shot, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: AVJ
Song language: English
Love Synthetic |
Here’s to the cold night and the bold sunlight of the morning |
Where the corners are clear |
Where the fear sets in |
When the crack bird sings |
And everything is so backward |
Dreams, once so cherished and nourished |
In hopes they would one day flourish |
Or gone like a young man’s courage |
As time goes on with no consideration |
Knows he can rip rounds, says «I'mma get mine» |
A pipe dream, paps never encouraged |
Too broke, too drunk, too jealous |
Let the truth tell it, this boy made him nervous |
Young buck down on his tough luck now |
Hesitating with an alternate purpose |
Can’t quit though, sellin purple, providing a service |
Pocket full of money no longer feelin worthless |
Got a big shipment, bought some equipment |
Spit with a passion, son this is intense |
With criminal intent, spoke of the night life in the bright lights |
The money, the honeys, the dro, and the white |
A buncha other things, that is homeboys life |
The cars and the bars |
The game and the pain |
And what it takes to make a name they say… |
Love synthetic |
So poetic |
Hard to turn around… |
Heart’s on fire |
Nightlife, Liars |
Never coming down… |
So he took it to the local radio disk jock |
Took a listen, it’s hot so he reached in his pocket |
Exposing a big knot, and told him |
«I got plenty paper for the prime time spot» |
Love Synthetic went straight to the top |
On the countown, kids bumped it around town |
Gave a copy to his paps like what now |
But he laughed like who you supposed to be? |
Set it over there, might need a coaster |
So, he dipped and hopped in a whip with a tear in his eye |
Turned the bass up high, lit a spliff up |
Feelin those emotions that make you want to give up |
Back to the studio packed full of broads and cats with the sacks |
He’s sold on a hard ass track that his man on the porch tapped out |
Jumped in the booth and the truth came out |
Waitin on a mix, homeboy got a text |
Next thing you know he’s headed out west on a jet |
So free, different labels could try to out flex each other |
With a checkbook, and all the other textbook mess them Hollywood folks do |
So, you feel that the next big thing, big necklace, big rings, big dreams |
Love synthetic |
So poetic |
Hard to turn around… |
Heart’s on fire |
Nightlife, Liars |
Never coming down… |
So they wined him and dined him and picked his mind |
Told him he was one of a kind and he signed on the line |
Over wine that they dined in the fine restaraunt of the 5 star kind |
Next thing you know shacked up with this guy part time |
Opened up for a big name, macked for a time |
Then the big fame came and the kid headlined |
Took him to places the past would never find |
But the spotlight shined so bright, it would blind your judgement |
Next thing came the booze and the lines |
Missed a lot of gigs, paid some big fines |
Trying to see how high he could climb |
Dropped a second single, it flopped |
Then album sales took a big nose dive |
Couldn’t get the people at the label on the line |
The whole world stopped and crashed to the ground |
In a cheap motel with nobody around |
All alone, got a phone call from his hometown |
They said that his paps was found in the house |
Dead with a bottle of gin by the bed |
So he jumped in the ride and cried as he drove |
Drinkin on a fifth, didn’t know where to go |
Lit a cigarette, turned on the radio |
And the song that was playin on the stereo goes… |
Love synthetic |
So poetic |
Hard to turn around… |
Heart’s on fire |
Nightlife, Liars |
Never coming down… |