A Love Song ft. Ghats Lyrics

Don't Nobody Talk About Love Now

Don't Nobody Talk About Love Now

Cause Ain't Nobody Fucking With Nobody

When That's All We Need, Aye

Cause Ain't Nobody Fucking With Nobody

When That's All We Need, Aye

Don't Nobody Talk About Love Now

Don't Nobody Talk About Love Now

Cause Ain't Nobody Fucking With Nobody

When That's All We Need, Aye

Cause Ain't Nobody Fucking With Nobody

When That's All We Need, Aye

My my, have times changed

It sounds strange

Coming from a youngin but I live to see it come in

But when it's said and done

Don't wanna live to see us done in

By our own doing or any doing from one end

Hundred dollar bills replaced keeping it hundred

Talking like you real replaced people that done it

Mind over matter is how it's meant to be viewed

Cause what matters is our mind but we're mentally screwed, yeah

Define real, to fly Lears

Suicide doors...is mine near

Make millions... sign here

And be free? Tuh, no Scott here

Used to get songs like Hey what's goin on

Now we getting tunes like I don't fuck with you

And this ain't no diss track

I just admit that

I kinda miss that

How can we get back

I remember youth playing in the fire hydrants

Before we knew the ghetto was so hyper violent

Heard about a body I was tryna fly since

Now they talk about a killing just to stylize it

Sort of feels like the whole world hates us

Unless you the type of nigga known to perpetuate the

Way they see us, they seeing that nothing has changed cause

You live for today but what about when you wake up

And all the pretty girls done away with their make up

I guess it doesn't matter if you happened to make love

But all she want is fame and a claim to your paper

And all you did prior was try to make a way for

You and your niggas, but where there's money there's break ups

So now your niggas is your enemies and they may just

Turn you to a mural, just like Ricky, you sprayed up

And now it feels like you just died for a pay stub

Damn

What happened to the love songs

The "I was thinking bout you just because" songs

The "we need to rally and rise above" songs

Now a days it's we on that molly, I'm tryna fuck songs

I know in some ways that makes me a hypocrite

I've been on plenty songs and shared the same sentiment

But what of everybody that's listening

You say it's just music but won't say what the difference is

And little black boys and black girls that's innocent

Is learning how to perish and not cherish what's intimate

And in that instant, I see that's the intent

The new way to lynch men

I call it the linchpin

And I'm saying I'm okay with video vixens

In the same way I'm okay with omission

All in moderation, I guess that is what's missing

Scratching on the surface

Hope it don't defeat the purpose

Aw man

Don't Nobody Talk About Love Now

Don't Nobody Talk About Love Now

Cause Ain't Nobody Fucking With Nobody

When That's All We Need, Aye

Cause Ain't Nobody Fucking With Nobody

When That's All We Need, Aye

Don't Nobody Talk About Love Now

Don't Nobody Talk About Love Now

Cause Ain't Nobody Fucking With Nobody

When That's All We Need, Aye

Cause Ain't Nobody Fucking With Nobody

When That's All We Need, Aye

Musical genocide

We pledge allegiance to the champagne showers

And strippers with bottomless pits for wombs

Two chains, one tune

See as

As bright as the club lights shine

It's hard to find love when your two shots behind

And campaigns for infidelity bang through 18 inch woofers

Nah, they don't talk about love no more

Songs that inspire that extra smile for a smile

But fuck it, the heart wants what the heart wants, right?

Right?

While the rest of us long for uproars of more substance

I mean, the art wants what the art wants

In this Picasso-less generation

We all seem uninspired

Cause they don't talk about love no more

And exposing your heart is what soft niggas do

But even then vanity gets to soft niggas too

Like

Like

The X's and the O's

Get traded for the exes and the hoes

Marvin would roll over in his grave

Donny would have to weigh the ways

Musical genocide

American sniper firing patriotic rounds at our sound

Let them niggas up

And they gon let themselves down

Everybody Just Ride The Wave

All These Flows Led My Soul Astray

Everybody Just Ride The Wave

All These Flows Led My Soul Astray

Everybody Just Ride The Wave

All These Flows Led My Soul Astray

Everybody Just Ride The Wave

All These Flows Led My Soul Astray

Everybody Just Ride The Wave

All These Flows Led My Soul Astray

Everybody Just Ride The Wave

All These Flows Led My Soul Astray

Everybody Just Ride The Wave

All These Flows Led My Soul Astray

Everybody Just Ride The Wave

All These Flows Led My Soul Astray