ASAP Rocky - L$D (Love X $ex X Dreams) Lyrics
[Verse 1]I know I dream about her all dayI think about her with her clothes offI'm ridin' 'round with my system pumpin' LSDI look for ways to say, "I love you"But I ain't into makin' love songsBaby, I'm just rappin' to this LSDShe ain't a stranger to the city lifeI introduce her to this hippy lifeWe make love under pretty lights, LSD (Acid)I get a feelin' it's a trippy nightThem other drugs just don't fit me rightGirl, I really *****in' want love, sex, dreamAnother quarter to the face systemMake no mistakes, it's all a leap of faith for loveIt takes a place in feelin' that you crave doin' love, sex, dreams[Chorus]It started in HollywoodDreamin' of sharin' loveMy tongue at a loss for wordsCause my feelings just said it allParty just started upDreamin' of sharin' worldsHeld this feeling for way too longSaid, "I really wanna let it go"[Verse 2]I've been gettin' fly because the gimmick's so dopeI've been getting high cause I figured Lord told meI've been drinking, driving, now we'll never go homeI gon' stay in doubt because the weather's so cold[Bridge]Feeling low sometimes when the light shines downMakes me highCan you feel it?Can you feel it?Feeling low sometimes when the light shines downMakes me highCan you feel it?Can you feel it?[Interlude]For all them hoes that was frontin' on niggas back in the day (this for my broke jiggy niggas) excuse me, ***** out my face. They say wealth is in the mind, not the pocket, I learned that from a very wise man["Excuse Me" Snippet]Okay, excuse me, Mr. Bill Collector, I got problemsMy cheque arrive mañana, Imma pay my debt, I promiseI spent 20 thousand dollars with my partners in BahamasAnother 20 thousand dollars on Rick Owens out in BarneysI said, "Excuse me, why the ***** you looking, what's your problem?"I swear we gon' have drama if you touch my tailored garmentsAll you see is niggas here, so that mean it's triggers thereWhat you mean? We got weed, and codeine and bricks for saleI bet a lot of niggas plottin', so you know I got that heater, bruhDrive my side in Harlem, catch me ridin' with my nina, bruhShe got a apple bottom that remind you of Bonita, bruhOh, you mean like Q-Tip? Now that girl my new *****(Excuse me) No, I believe the proper term's "Excuse you"I could switch up on you niggas and start shittin' if I choose toThat’s when the new you becomin' different since they knew youI guess the new me is just gon' take some gettin' used to[Chorus]It started in HollywoodDreamin' of sharin' loveMy tongue had a loss for wordsCause my feelings just said it all[Outro]I look for ways to say, "I love you"But I ain't into makin' love songsBaby I'm just rappin' to this LSD
