Lyrics Love, 1959 - Sho Baraka, Amisho Baraka Lewis

Love, 1959

You more precious than that diamond girl, I see you shine
I ain’t insecure girl, I know you mine
You ain’t Oakland girl, but I call you my «bae»
When silence is violence, you know what to say
I’m eying you (I mean, I mean) you and I
I know it’s hard to stay grounded when you know you fly
We can take this to the floor and we can groove
I ain’t got nothing to prove, I’ll just leave that up to you
Translate your body language every time you move
Even in a crowded room, it’s just me and you
We can build a future, build dreams, build children
Man, forget these other women, you #1 in the building
If it wasn’t for love, where would I be?
Let me tell you 'bout love, it’ll set you free
Unconditional love, that’s what I need
And if it wasn’t for love, where would I be?
Ooh, my lady, you got me going crazy
You got me going crazy, baby
Yeah, if it wasn’t for love
They say that beauty’s in the eye of the beholder
I’ll tell you that you’re beautiful every time that I hold ya
You know her Kadisha, tryna find Felicia
Rashad, oh my God, I just think I found my gena
Moesha, she just made me a believer
Ring on her finger, she know I will never leave her
Love has me on a full-time commitment
You occupy my heart, other girls got evicted
Uh huh, one of a kind, character shines
You dynamite fine, you blow my mind
Keep her on my arm, watch her steal my time
Fall in love every day, forget a pickup line
Clap it up, clap it up now for L-O-V-E
Clap it up, clap it up for love, ya dig?
Clap it up, clap it up now for L-O-V-E
Clap it up, clap it up for love, ya dig?
Clap it up, clap it up now for L-O-V-E
Clap it up, clap it up for love
If it wasn’t for love, where would I be?
Let me tell you 'bout love, it’ll set you free
Unconditional love, that’s what I need
And if it wasn’t for love, where would I be?
Ooh, my lady, you got me going crazy
You got me going crazy, baby
Yeah, if it wasn’t for love
Alright, now look here, baby girl
You fine and I know you think that I’m fine
It don’t make no sense why we can’t be fine together
I mean, let’s do the math: 1 + 1 equals 2, me and you
Ya dig?
Know’m sayin'?
Uh, cause if you do that math wrong, you gon' end up with a zero
Are you pickin' up what I’m puttin' down, baby girl?
Alright, 'cause the keys are tryna tell you how much I’m diggin' ya, girl