Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Is Love, artist - Skyzoo. Album song In Celebration of Us, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, First Generation Rich
Song language: English
Love Is Love |
Love me like fighting thru yellow tape, |
'til you find that the face ain’t mine and it set you straight, |
But you find that the face was in line with your other name, |
So you repast, front of the line to get a plate, |
Or love me like a purchase on 47th and 6th, |
And the Russian jeweler knock off $ 100 off what you pick, |
In the middle of February your sleeves up off your wrist, |
And you add another $ 100 when discussing what you spent, |
And the discussion hit a switch |
And it turns to where you tucking your wrist, |
Or you get to untucking your suspense, |
And all the suspense of it leads to adrenaline running |
And it’s orchestrated all from the other side of the fence, |
And then love me like that side of the fence love bottom lines, |
While their kids call their friends kids and they holla «slime», |
And they don’t get the gist but they get what it can provide, |
And they still don’t know how to pronounce «collards» but it’s fine, |
Love me for not assuming that you see me and assume |
I’m pursuing how you see me tryna lead you out your gloom, |
Or maybe you assume that you see me in the scenery you knew, |
And I ain’t never did a scene but it’s cool, right?, |
Love me for overlooking what I ain’t have to, |
Chose you when you didn’t choose you when you had to, |
Pretend it never happened if mine should ever ask you, |
Wouldn’t take much to revert to what your past knew |
Love me like Harlem loves Pan Pan’s memory, |
Standing on display off of hand to hand symmetry, |
Cameras get in play while you handle what the ticket be, |
And candles on the way if you ain’t handing out dinner seats, |
So love me like I introduced you Dominicans, |
Whether it was Ayisha Diaz or her kin and them, |
Talking bout a price and what it’s worth to be the middleman, |
Fitted for a crown and how it works and the expense of it, |
Love me like the drummer, love me like never running outta runners, |
Love me like what we sung before they hung us, |
Hymn’s getting lost in the clouds when they was flung up, |
Or shells getting caught in the crowd by the wrong «others», |
Like, other than you, and other than him, |
Until they learn those exceptions turn to others with them, right?, |
Or, otherwise shooting for the other side, |
'til they box you without a trial on a 1−5, |
And then love me like you was Venida Browder, |
Pickets outside and you just tryna ease the crowd up, |
Knowing your heart died makes your heart beat louder, |
Until the speakers blow and it lift you up from around us |
Love me like we-loved the legacy that her youngest would become, |
And the illusion of no reruns, |
Love me like turning down a plea when you need one, |
But knowing that your word is worth more than what a plea does, |
Love me like getting pussy off a DM, |
The turn around time at her door before the week ends, |
Caution she ain’t throw out before, but now she in, |
And her heart beat sitting at the door that let you leap in |
Love me like pictures on the wall not resembling |
You so them pictures on the wall start trembling |
And you got pictures for the wall that can fit on it |
But dude start thinking bout his wall and that’s the end of it, |
Love me like '88 3s, Nike Air heels, |
Dropping $ 220 will take away how fear feels |
I’m $ 700 first day, word to the steering wheel, |
Kites for who bleeding but this a hype we believe in |
Love me like not understanding the hype of it, |
But you love it so there ain’t no one else who might love it, |
Or loving it since you understand cause you was there, |
When it was misunderstood at $ 100 a pair, yeah, |
Love me like the moment that the jakes leave, |
Knowing that’s another 24 with no the state greens, |
My man said his aim dirty but his name clean, |
Tried to tell his mother the difference before the day leave, |
Told her love him for every chain that he wore, |
Every serial number scratched, every tre in the drawer, |
Every feeling she ever had where she awakes to a call |
That he’s gone, it never happened so don’t blame the allure |
Love me like Jada love Sheek love Styles |
Love LOX lovers all geeking thru the crowd, |
Love me like me at 14 geeking out, |
Or 20 years later still screaming who it’s bout, |
Love me like a J dub’s dedication, |
Following their lead 'cause they seem to have better patience, |
You fear what you don’t understand or levitate with, |
I say that with a pint in my hand, that’s regulation |
Love me like my son on the way when I see his charm, |
And by the time you hear this he’ll be in my arms, |
Same arms forever here where he belongs, |
Is the same arms that Ima bare if you mean him harm |
Love me like all of the above in a bag, |
Singing «fuck 'em all!» |
when you in love with a stash, |
Or singing «fuck 'em all!» |
when you in love with a flag |
That takes what you want, or loves what you had, love is love |