Lyrics:
L.O.V.E
Oh oh oh
L.O.V.E
Knocked out, you were hit by something
But you don't know where it really comes from
In your heart in your head everything
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
joint right here?
How many people recognize this song?
This shit right here is called "You Got Me", ya nawmean?
It's on our album which is called
Aye, if you know my real name, you know why this collab is... crazy
Love it
Let's rap
Back in December I dropped a preface for the album
Stars
time
Not gonna lie must folks never stay for the ride
Why live a lie work hard game times over in five
No need for nines trust god when in need of a sign
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album
know what, I would hate me too
If I had the same MySpace views as you
If I saw Skepta go from sitting on a wall
To sitting in a white V6 coupe
I think
over melodies, but no, not I (Yugh)
See I'm so top 5
If they factor in the truth I just might blow by
Blowbama
the recession, then we formed the fuckin' team
F-U-N-K-V-O-L-U-M-E, nigga
Seven years into this shit, somehow we're only gettin' bigger
And we're just now gonna
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
that a song can travel, faster than Santa, and without the reindeer!
Somewhere around my fifth album appropriately titled Five Golden Rings, I began
trophy
I don't need no album budget, I record and make my own beats
Hit the studio all by myself, stand on my own feet
I'm a different breed, I do this
I just wanna have this orgy and these dykes to be down
Want dro when I'm chiefin'
Want doe for some reason
Want hoes to stop comin' over knowin'
I just wanna have this orgy and these dykes to be down
Want dro when I'm chiefin'
Want doe for some reason
Want hoes to stop comin' over knowin'
This the real hip hop
(Ay, this time around I need five mics)
This the real hip hop
(?Cause my whole album ain't about ice)
Huh, back in the days, cool
your weapons, grab your gats
We sprinkle daily verbs over tracks
Hit the chest like heart attacks
When my lyrical hammer cock back
And leave
Fuck, shit is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
Yo shut
flowers
My brothers, they move like they paid by the hour
We ain't fall out, but shit went sour
Say she miss me, I drop the album
Ayy, ayy
I only
lust?
Can you control your actions are you drunk, high or are you sober?
When you have a problem do you face or you let it boil over?
Do you do what you
by myself
You don't talk about your feelings never tell me how you felt
Then you had to watch me glow up can't believe you took that L
If a nigga
cap but had my hair free since Meek's championship album (Look)
Sick when I'm drunk, still sick when I sober up
Stickiest skunk 5th blizzy I'm stoned
comptent .3.5.7
Drive by speed dans une 407
Mon son résonne de Nice jusqu'à Sete
Dans 5 piges je f'rai pendre vos têtes
Ici ça taffe dur, y a d'la pure
All negatives around me yeah they gotta go
Relationships I lost while I been in album mode
All for a purpose dawg and the greater good
Been
to get popped by a cop?
Who the next n**** in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
N**** on my stomach see -
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