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Where Did the Love Go
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Brent Faiyaz
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A f**kin' Dodge Stratus What up Expressing myself Uh, where did the love go It seems like the world filled with hatred God forbid that you make it And your bank account ain't basic Your girl above average You a person with some status You switch to a Ferrari from a f**kin' Dodge Stratus They saying you changed They can't understand to grasp it Goddamn what a tragic sh*t it's all like magic If it ever disappear real lives are really here The fake love and real love is all crystal clear I can see that sh*t from a mileage away Talkin sh*t but always smiling my face Nеver been prouder to say I don't want no fake friеnds on some industry sh*t Being real is one way to gain enemies quick Ooh (Mmm), had to shake these demons up off of me Ooh (Mmm-mmm), don't want sh*t n***as offerin' Ooh (Mmm, ooh yeah), 'nother lost boy is [heart-free?] Find a new chore, playin' golf for me I know the bills late, rent is due, sh*tty job interviews So when a n***a vent to you My problems [?] How dare I complain about the spoils of fame Its a n***a that will crash out to get up in my lane See I don't have a therapist this rap sh*t I cherish it And venting on the mic quite frankly is quite embarrassing But this the only way I can express myself We all tryna find the answers I can't guess myself Last year I was broke as f**k and doors wouldn't open up Now I can't roll with us somebody grab a rover tux I'm sick of this Feeling caged in like Nicholas Blood pressure high stress levels is ridiculous But never worries me this is therapy poetry And I don't tell nobody about my problems so hopefully This will have a muthaf**kin snowball effect Don't mope or depressed just know y'all the blessed one (Love) Yeah, yeah (Ooh-ah, save yourself) Rattpack, mothaf**ker, what's up? (Ooh-ah) Haha, you know you gotta put a stamp on it, ayy (Don't need no help) Destined for a life behind bars But now where I'm living is gated I made it Made million on millions I'm elated But never outdated I move with the times Do whatever suits me like Louis Vuitton one of a kind, the don A legend that destined to pass the baton and so on I don't mean to go on, but (Go on), okay, fine I'ma get mine No shade let me shine and do time My rhyme is nothing but classic Most people fake nothing but plastic get ya ass kicked Quit take a sip b*t*hes know I'm packin like a trip Now get the f**k off my d**k, I'm just a man Bullsh*t make me sick, good pu**y make me c*m Most never make it where I'm from Feel the kicks of my soul Getting money was the goal now its be a good person What you thinkin' 'bout? What you thinkin' 'bout? What you thinkin' 'bout, Bobby? Yeah Ooh-ah, save yourself Ooh-ah, don't need no help
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