| Yea, Seventy-Eight point Five radio
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| With the boy, this the quiet storm
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| D/Will with me
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| We wanna ask our listeners one question
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| Is it love? |
| Is it love?
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| Or the idea of being in love
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| And when it’s tough
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| And when it’s tough
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| Is that same love even enough
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| Where the love? |
| What’s love?
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| Cause I really don’t see it as much
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| I got love, I got love, I’m just hoping that that’s reason enough
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| I’m saying, can we pick up where we left off?
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| That part where you taking your dress off?
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| Running from the D girl you bet not
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| Morning came couldn’t rest in the wet spot
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| I thought it started of innocuous
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| She was low key ain’t looking for an audience
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| But still, she had a quiet confidence
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| I offered her a shot of Henn
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| She probably thinking «Not Again»
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| By the nights end it’s «OHHH Boy you ought to quit»
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| We touching on topics like God and politics
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| She bought a Prius wishes that she got a Benz
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| Heading out the back but forgetting that she brought her friend
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| Started off hot, on love seats and ottomans
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| Now it’s gone cold on the couch, what the problem is?
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| On again off again, home is where the drama is
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| Trying to be honest with these memories and monuments
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| So now there’s knots in my stomach must be something I ate
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| Not what’s between your legs babe but what’s on my plate
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| I’m sorry, not sorry, I’m not one for the chase
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| Another pointless exercise got me running in place
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| Happens to the best of us, happens to worst of us
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| Broad daylight with a Mag light on search for love
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| Fall on deaf ears, some say they’ve heard enough
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| And this for last call, when you done turning up
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| Communication be the root of a lot of it
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| Signals get mixed, getting crossed and can’t comprehend
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| Drifting apart, it wasn’t ever obvious
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| So now you stepping out forgetting the consequence
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| Broken promises making the love posthumous
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| With betrayl in the air and she caught a whiff
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| Needed proof at the clinic with the documents
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| Got burned and the test read positive
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| This for the ladies that know that they deserve better
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| Want a confidant, a lover and protector
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| To a cold heavy heart where these words tethered
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| Asked for more effort, but got Chanel leather
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| That ain’t love
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| Where the love at? |
| (repeat to fade) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Heart Wants , by - D/WillSong from the album Central Standard Time, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп