Jean Grae – Love Song lyrics

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grew up believing in passion and love Whose
folks divorced and remarried Very
naive Seen
life and committments that shoulda been dead and buried Highly
sentimental Sensitive
Gentle
beyond the point she should be What
might be obvious to most she, says they too bitter Can't
see the world the way she does Clean
lungs undamaged, liver Sees
thugs through a pink-tinted glasses Occasionally
Weed
does make her giggle Listen
to some music closer Dudes
approach her Lightly
Wanna
be her lover and she obliges Likes
to cuddle under the covers by candlelit fires Oblivious
to lying schemes to talk her out of clothes Says
she's just in love with love Cuts
her classes Spending
too much time entrancing romancing Things
are changing quickly She's
asking "why aren't you spending more time with me "?Nigga's
eyes are getting shifty Coming
over later smelling of p y***On
his face jeans, and, sweaters something's fishy And
it's not what he tells her man, it's, what he don't And
she don't understand and for some years she, probly won't Just
wants an honest man For
goodness sake They
backstabbing and cutting her throat Restraining
orders follow but, she still optomistic about it Like
annie thinking, tomorrow will maybe be a better day I
let her pray on bended knees "ask him to send prince charming please", She's
never cheated Treats
her man well Cooks
cleans, dresses, s for*** him Halter
tops and tight jeans Would
break the law for him Go
through a couple of these relationships Still
stays strong She's
too young and dumb to call it quits Learns
that she carrying twice Scared
and afraid the first time The
second she don't even cry Makes
her wipe away his tears and it hurts They
always leave return crazy so, she doesn't flirt Spends
time warning the babies Goes
through a couple of these relationships and still stays strong Too
young and dumb to call it quits Its
still a love song Shes

got a good man Shes
19 he's, 21 and sweet and honest Promised
to love her Talk
of marriage She
would never wanna be somebody's baby's mother Use
rubbers occasionally When
she's flowing Open
to all the affection and gifts and all the good manners he's showing He's
trying to build a life for himself Studies
late computer s t**and she's missing attention that she's not getting s
dwindles** Crawling
in the sheets He
say "ya tired" and she say she feel "neglect and defeat" Just
doesn't see his ambition She
wanna be the universe and hold his center position Starts
hanging round the best friend more Crazy
attraction takes impultive action Drop
the drawers And
falls in love The
world explodes And
she confesses "yeah I did it so, "?They
so tight it like he moves when she stretches Over
the couple years Too
many stresses Girls
who wanna fight her b
s*****writing letters Friendships
disappearing Plus
he rhymes so, it's competitive Pressure
miscarriage They
break up fifty times a week and make up just as much He
fu n'***and, I know but, pretending I'm out of touch It's
getting strained and gets physical She
cries until the river dries and leaves her dead and cold Packs
up her things and leaves behind what I thought was gold was only gold-plated Thinking
of all the other ones I coulda just left and up and dated Singled
after four years Starting
over never easy But
it takes some time to realize your own worth Come
into your own Play
your mental rebirth She
starts penning some better poems Straighten
up her bank account Likes
to take herself out I'm
getting better at it I've
had a few relationships But
still too young and dumb enough to call it quits It's
still a love song Love

All
I ever want is you All
I ever had leading, in my life was you All
that ever was all, I ever had Maybe

it's easier to talk about this s t**in third person Learning
better Looking
for love in all the wrong places Like
I'm Eddie Murphy Curse
me to repeat the same cycle I'm
breaking No
longer think relations make a better woman Just
for life I'm, pursuing Growing
but, hopelessly romantic still Tasted
weather in the bitter climates Love
the sunshine better Dreaming
of dream proposals Decent
moral values placing higher on my chart Trying
not to have a shallow heart But
battle scars are deep and reaching to the depth of hell and back Try
to give up the grudges Think
it's experience and move from the clutches of sadness It's
difficult Sometimes
I wish I wasn't an adult Adolescent
primetime sitcom star I've
been too far and too much too, hard for, too long It's
still a love song