CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : A Love Song
I can tell my love that I love her without stuttering
I'm strung off of a buzz, I'm conducting this
Aye, I can't tell my love that I hate her without caving back here later
I'm her slave and I'm okay with it
Aye, I can tell my love to "get lost" but a new n***a's chin a target
For fists and sh*t talking, sh*t
Aye, I can tell my love trying the best to make her love fill out my chest
It echoes from my past distresses
Being breathless is a blessing, ain't been resting lately
Unless her rising chest and my [?], maybe
There can be beauty in this brokenness
And maybe my candle loses flame to openness
And baby I'm not the dude to be focused to
And baby I'll prolly lose the heart you trust me with
And maybe I'll probably prove your past a**umptions true
But probably don't make dollars keep a buck or two
I run my fingers through your consciousness. undoing some tangles
That leaving wrinkles, like your ringing voice that soothing my anguish
I prolly read you like you see through. you could future my language
But f**k with it
I can't tell my love that I love her, begrudge women
A vaguer claim and I prolly deserve it
And I'm probably lost from probablys, lies, and discernment
I'm not even okay with lines I'm just tired of hurting
I told my love that I love her, she smiles bright as a yearning
They looking at us
I'm strung off of a buzz, I'm conducting this
Aye, I can't tell my love that I hate her without caving back here later
I'm her slave and I'm okay with it
Aye, I can tell my love to "get lost" but a new n***a's chin a target
For fists and sh*t talking, sh*t
Aye, I can tell my love trying the best to make her love fill out my chest
It echoes from my past distresses
Being breathless is a blessing, ain't been resting lately
Unless her rising chest and my [?], maybe
There can be beauty in this brokenness
And maybe my candle loses flame to openness
And baby I'm not the dude to be focused to
And baby I'll prolly lose the heart you trust me with
And maybe I'll probably prove your past a**umptions true
But probably don't make dollars keep a buck or two
I run my fingers through your consciousness. undoing some tangles
That leaving wrinkles, like your ringing voice that soothing my anguish
I prolly read you like you see through. you could future my language
But f**k with it
I can't tell my love that I love her, begrudge women
A vaguer claim and I prolly deserve it
And I'm probably lost from probablys, lies, and discernment
I'm not even okay with lines I'm just tired of hurting
I told my love that I love her, she smiles bright as a yearning
They looking at us
