Verse:
When the truth dies, you need to use your eyes, otherwise they'll tell you lies, till you’re rotting with fruit flies/
That’s why i give a look, crooked I like St' Ide’s, and stare in their snake eyes like I’m watching paint dry,
You aint fly, so go' head witcha self, Imma concentrate on myself and make these hearts melt/
Imma apart of something else, I don’t care if I’m nameless, I don’t need to be famous just for entertainment/
This aint photoshoots and go go boots, this is the ugly truth served with substance abuse/
Cause I’m tired of the schemes, and marketing teams, going to extremes to target some teens/
They’ll distort your perception, till your poor with deception, then question, how you even got so aggressive?/
I’m sending you a message, written in caps, good riddens, stop scripting, get ready to rap/
Chorus:
Don’t you want somebody you la la love?
Don’t you need somebody you la la love?
Don’t you hate somebody you la la love?
You better to find somebody to love
Do you want somebody you love?
Do you need somebody you love?
Do you hate somebody you love?
I can't relate man, I think I've had enough (had enough)
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Steeped in cool-tone sounds that nod to ’90s greats Tribe, Gang Starr, and Souls of Mischief, this record channels the spirit of the Chicago everyman, propping up the notion that true power belongs to the people. Roberto Johnson
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a blend of lyric majesty ontop of a cachophony of sounds that stir my soul's intent into question?im serious .love love love this melodic poet. cafriner