Love Hard Lyrics

Whoever sold you that suit had one hell of a sense of humor

I thought this here was heaven, but there I'm a drooped stupor

Later on this evening I'm sure I'll be feeling looser

Cuz the tension gets relieved, the games consumption not consumer

I was figuring myself out while yall were talkin bout boomers

Uninterested in what went over your head

You'll learn sooner than later

Make or break I'll break your maker

My pain's staked in the painting

You painstaking for paper

You see the names in the paper?

Couldn't fuck with me on the worst day

Burning through these pay stubs

"Unfit for the workplace"

Shit talking, walking round looking for the worst way

Enough to knock your power out for hours like it's Earth Day

Best kept secret, shouldn't have fucked with me in the first place

Seasoned bitches salty? Cook em anyway like skirt steak

Your best filet would probably be up to par for more of Bobby Flay...

I'm looking more for Bourdain

Still talking? Masochistic bitches, serve you more pain

Cobain, contained in a paradox of what I won't say

Big dog, chain link leash, bit through for four days

The floor pains get painted to ensure I see no court dates

Ache headass bitches...

Frontal cortex on my suede fours

Pay more, the way I'm fuckin this beat with no foreplay like a

My rhymes better

My shoes dirty

You can rap fast but I promise you that I say more

And I can assure you that you're gonna pay for it

(Pay up)

Son of guns, no, suns of sam

I'm more the son of Teddy Pendergrass

So high I almost hit the ceiling fan after a battle with an avalanche

Spent like six months in the West Hamptons in the basement

Drank a tonic a day while I was claiming dehydration

Tried to make a layman's term lament but everything

It meant was clouded by the lack of self-respect

So I'm indebted to what I deserve

Hurting from the slow-burning

We don't have to go out

We can close the curtains

I never really liked the circus