Fuck Love by Locksmith
Little lamb in a lion's grip. Trying to read what's
uttered from my mother's
Dying lips. Scared to fall asleep in the fear of waking
in violent fits, f***
The industry and all its lying tried tricks. You can
say I'm, face to face with
The new me. Trying to come to grips with a glimpse that
only a few see. Few
Plead fifth but I riff whenever I do see, the look on a
Hater's face when they
Heard I went to a UC. Yeah, and I walk the stage but I
left odd and now a days
You lucky if that'll land you desk job. Interviews are
interludes that n*****
View with clarity. And rappers selling CDs might as
well ask for charity.
Walking through midtown got hit with a barrage, a n****
trying to push his mix
Tape said its featuring Nas. I listened to his pitch
then I slipped him cool 5.
Went home and popped in and what do you know? No Nas.
No surprise there. This is
Just my story I don't suppose that y'all care. How can
y'all ignore me I ain't
Posing I swear. And everybody's a rapper still I know
that I'm rare. I know that
I'm there.
And I don't wanna try no more, I don't wanna lie no
more. I don't ride no more,
No. When you given all, put up all of your walls, it
all falls down.
F*** love. F*** love. F*** love. F*** love.
And I don't wanna lie no more, I don't wanna try no
more. I don't ride no more,
No. When you given all, put up all of your walls, it
all falls down.
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