Talib Kweli - How You Love Me Lyrics
(feat. Blaq Toven)[Intro]I hear footsteps, in the darkFeel like I'm goin *****in crazy[Chorus: Blaq Toven]Every day since we first metCan't even eat a bitI can't seem to think straightWhen I think about how you love meEveryday is like a holidaySomething like Christmas EveMy worst day is carefreeWhen I think about how you love me[Talib Kweli]When are we gonna grow up?Why do I love you so much we so touched?Excited by the drama we like when it show upThe fightin don't slow up, I light you like close upsAnd I call you my Calamity Jane, you like my fantasyLove cause the same chemical reaction in the brain as insanityHolidays drinkin wit'cha family... passionate folksImagine if they had they own reality show - actually noDesire's like fire; quit playin or get burnedor give it away on camera like Montana FishburneOur presence is a gift, a gift is our presentBreakup text call her a ***** under my breathAnd then the makeup sex she forgive me in a sessionI know she love me, she sendin a mixed message though[Chorus][Talib Kweli]You need a chick with some fireI mean unless you want a wife cold as iceLivin life with the biggest debutanteMe and you we considered the upper echelonThe only one I come out my fitted for in a restaurantYou can get it huh; remember I was takin your digitsSame night I was makin the visitMake it the mission to make you cumWhen we done sometimes you hate to admit itYou a little numb from the toysand love the noise that you make when you run from the boysand comfort your man, insane how we go so crazy with itThis the asylum, so we call relationships committedYou ain't a bird I ain't them others guys that get lost in the nameYou the butterfly, and I'm the moth to your flameLove is dying while the mother's cryinBig brother eyein me imposin their reality to Shutter Island[Chorus][Talib Kweli]Our love is like a Psycho or a trilogy, the drama is killin meI'm grown but the little boy is still in meWe discuss monogamy polygamy, the I's the probabilityYour momma ain't feelin me, it stung like a killer beeHow far from the tree do the apple fall?The things I said - was it how I felt, was it the alcohol?Or do I really hate her after all?I apologize for the statements that I made to herFirst I swallowed my pride, then I ate my wordsI tried to pass it off acted like it was nothinThe fact is I was discoverin my appetite for destructionEverything else is bland once you tasted filet mignonWhen I'm full I'm takin you home, you a plate for later onI'll eat it up... or beat it upTil your love runneth over, yo I need a cup[Chorus]
