Lyrics to (MORE)LOVE
Miss self sabotage
Never alone, so what are the odds
Out on a limb and its tinted
Tried to sit still and mind my business
Everybody need loving
If a nigga say its nothing, well
Yeah, right, nigga
He in denial, and the dark from bein' shut in
It's not the state for a coast
The couple goals, just a crib full of ghosts
Call me Ray Stantz, remove the Ray-Bans, ah
I can clip 'em in post
'Cause goddamn
Sometimes love
Lovers turn to leavers
Ain't real when it lies or deceive you
It never clings, or needing props like honorees
I love myself too much to say I need you
Badabing, probably, a self hating prodigy
Gotta be a easier way to shake that side of me
Language, a myth with an anchor beneath
My tongue playing dead tired of people pleasing
Love, you feeling grandiose?
Love to get out you denim and get exposed
Cue the lights
Oh, I'm spot on how we making love
But we fuckin' with the socks on
Obsessing and stressing, we needing breaks
Ain't supposed to feel like a breakdown
Chasing waterfalls, cry me a lake
How you falling for me, but you hitting brakes
When it's grief, it'll bring you to you knees
Yes, love
It's the mojo in a bag of bones
A soul withers when they rather it a vagabond
Mama love me 'cause I'm paying, she a tag-along
Nigga chasing till they find out they can't feel me
Forever gnawing at thoughts, thinking they fear you
But love, it's no apology for the real me
How is hiding myself meant to heal you?
Love spilling out the window of a mouth
A stain on the hurt few, a haint in the church pew
Remnant of slurred blues, dream in a duvet
Hate knocking at the door like a witness at the house
Two wrongs who, will get it right for balance
To Wong Foo, with our baggage is a drag race
With love letters burnin' fresh inside the ash tray
I choose you, still, like whatever ash say
Never alone, so what are the odds
Out on a limb and its tinted
Tried to sit still and mind my business
Everybody need loving
If a nigga say its nothing, well
Yeah, right, nigga
He in denial, and the dark from bein' shut in
It's not the state for a coast
The couple goals, just a crib full of ghosts
Call me Ray Stantz, remove the Ray-Bans, ah
I can clip 'em in post
'Cause goddamn
Sometimes love
Lovers turn to leavers
Ain't real when it lies or deceive you
It never clings, or needing props like honorees
I love myself too much to say I need you
Badabing, probably, a self hating prodigy
Gotta be a easier way to shake that side of me
Language, a myth with an anchor beneath
My tongue playing dead tired of people pleasing
Love, you feeling grandiose?
Love to get out you denim and get exposed
Cue the lights
Oh, I'm spot on how we making love
But we fuckin' with the socks on
Obsessing and stressing, we needing breaks
Ain't supposed to feel like a breakdown
Chasing waterfalls, cry me a lake
How you falling for me, but you hitting brakes
When it's grief, it'll bring you to you knees
Yes, love
It's the mojo in a bag of bones
A soul withers when they rather it a vagabond
Mama love me 'cause I'm paying, she a tag-along
Nigga chasing till they find out they can't feel me
Forever gnawing at thoughts, thinking they fear you
But love, it's no apology for the real me
How is hiding myself meant to heal you?
Love spilling out the window of a mouth
A stain on the hurt few, a haint in the church pew
Remnant of slurred blues, dream in a duvet
Hate knocking at the door like a witness at the house
Two wrongs who, will get it right for balance
To Wong Foo, with our baggage is a drag race
With love letters burnin' fresh inside the ash tray
I choose you, still, like whatever ash say
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