Jean Grae - Love Song Lyrics
* send corrections to the typistShe grew up believing in passion and loveWhose folks divorced and remarriedVery naiveSeen life and committments that shoulda been dead and buriedHighly sentimentalSensitiveGentle beyond the point she should beWhat might be obvious to most, she says they too bitterCan't see the world the way she doesClean lungs, undamaged liverSees thugs through a pink-tinted glassesOccasionallyWeed does make her giggleListen to some music closerDudes approach herLightlyWanna be her lover and she obligesLikes to cuddle under the covers by candlelit firesOblivious to lying schemes to talk her out of clothesSays shes just in love with loveCuts her classesSpending too much time entrancing romancingThings are changing quicklyShe's asking "why aren't you spending more time with me?"Nigga's eyes are getting shiftyComing over later smelling of *****On his face, jeans, and sweaters something's fishyAnd it's not what he tells her, man, it's what he don'tAnd she don't understand and for some years, she probly won'tJust wants an honest manFor goodness sakeThey backstabbing and cutting her throatRestraining orders follow, but she still optomistic about itLike annie, thinking tomorrow will maybe be a better dayI let her pray on bended knees "ask him to send prince charming, please"She's never cheatedTreats her man wellCooks, cleans, dresses sexy for himHalter tops and tight jeansWould break the law for himGo through a couple of these relationshipsStill stays strongShe's too young and dumb to call it quitsLearns that she carrying twiceScared and afraid the first timeThe second she don't even cryMakes her wipe away his tears and it hurtsThey always leave return crazy, so she doesn't flirtSpends time warning the babiesGoes through a couple of these relationships and still stays strongToo young and dumb to call it quitsIts still a love songShes got a good manShes 19, he's 21 and sweet and honestPromised to love herTalk of marriageShe would never wanna be somebody's baby's motherUse rubbers occasionallyWhen she's flowingOpen to all the affection and gifts and all the good manners he's showingHe's trying to build a life for himselfStudies late computer shit and she's missing attention that she's not gettingSex dwindlesCrawling in the sheetsHe say "ya tired" and she say she feel "neglect and defeat"Just doesn't see his ambitionShe wanna be the universe and hold his center positionStarts hanging round the best friend moreCrazy attraction takes impultive actionDrop the drawersAnd falls in loveThe world explodesAnd she confesses "yeah I did it, so?"They so tight it like he moves when she stretchesOver the couple yearsToo many stressesGirls who wanna fight her*****es writing lettersFriendships disappearingPlus he rhymes, so it's competitivePressure miscarriageThey break up fifty times a week and make up just as muchHe *****in', and I know, but pretending I'm out of touchIt's getting strained and gets physicalShe cries until the river dries and leaves her dead and coldPacks up her things and leaves behind what I thought was gold was only gold-platedThinking of all the other ones I coulda just left and up and datedSingled after four yearsStarting over never easyBut it takes some time to realize your own worthCome into your ownPlay your mental rebirthShe starts penning some better poemsStraighten up her bank accountLikes to take herself outI'm getting better at itI've had a few relationshipsBut still too young and dumb enough to call it quitsIt's still a love songLoveAll I ever want is youAll I ever had, leading in my life was youAll that ever was, all I ever hadMaybe it's easier to talk about this shit in third personLearning betterLooking for love in all the wrong placesLike I'm Eddie MurphyCurse me to repeat the same cycleI'm breakingNo longer think relations make a better womanJust for life, I'm pursuingGrowing, but hopelessly romantic stillTasted weather in the bitter climatesLove the sunshine betterDreaming of dream proposalsDecent moral values placing higher on my chartTrying not to have a shallow heartBut battle scars are deep and reaching to the depth of hell and backTry to give up the grudgesThink it's experience and move from the clutches of sadnessIt's difficultSometimes I wish I wasn't an adultAdolescent primetime sitcom starI've been too far and too much, too hard, for too longIt's still a love song
