Love's Song (Fuck Love)
• Written by Ibtrill
Ibtrill's Notes
You would have to hear me rap to this in order to match the flow with the beat... My flow schemes are too complex. :/
(Intro:) (Starts at 0:06)
Young, Black, and beautiful, I guess I'm minority.../
Ain't forced, I choose it, this shits just a chore to me./
Doing poetry, at fourteen, shawty on her posta be's./
But When the beat drop, drop to ya knees./
Show homage to the queen of the ring./
Bars over everything, niggah!/
(Beat Drop.)
Sit around, I gotta story to tell./
This ain't no, love song, fuck weddin' bells./
Fuck love oh well,/
Love fucked the wells of my heart,/
From the start, now I'm tart,/
A little bit salty,/
I mean...How could I not be?/
Love left me sobbing,/
Layin' on the couch watching Degrassi... all week./
Crushin' two tubs of Ice cream./
Hopin' that he'll call me./
I mean we all know how the shit goes./
Love clishes on them opera TV shows../
Blah blah blah blah blah..../
I love you,/
Blah blah blah blah,
take this ring, 'I do'./
Nah niggah, I don't./
I refuse... to gain and lose./
Cos lemme tell you,/
Love has a fine print between
the happy end./
It says if you happy ends,/
You are now in the deep end./
Deep end, deepend sorrow./
Call it depression./
Shit lasts passed tomorrow./
Ain't no question./
Love is a dark place,/
Where horror waits./
In a far place./
So like I said, fuck love./
I'd rather play ding dong ditch with bebe's kids,/
And rap about it, but won't be feelin' it./
Tell these niggahs I ain't feelin' it./
And I'll stick to smokin' herb,
'Till I start seein' shit./
Bars, niqqah.../
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Ibtrill
Member since August 7 2014