Lust=Love Lyrics

(Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, we'll see if this one makes the album I don't fuckin' know (shit)

Yeah

Well the realization that we're tryna make is we in love

But if love ain't on this Earth then the only thing is lust

And when love is mixed with drugs it gets misleading in that shit

It's inside of my head because I'm always on a binge

And I'm always in my thoughts, and I know that it's not fine

But I promise I'm gon' make it if we writin' these rhymes

And if we inside the lines, then the cops can't pull us over

Grey skies in the weather make our energy bipolar

And I've been lookin' at you and I know that you're the one

The things that you have taught me so far lead me on and on

Remember listening closely to the things that you have said

And if I can freestyle this shit off the chest then I'm the best my friend

(Huh)

But I ain't resting, I'm so alive

And when I die then maybe that's the chance that I can fly

That bitch told me that she in love with me like 30 times

And then she fucked another dude that very night

(Damn)

Is this the new culture that we making?

Man love is gone and passions gone I guess that's why they hatin'

They can't see people happy to the point they start complainin'

And yeah we all got past stories, no need to erase it

And people always chasin' whether it be our own dreams

Or whether it be propaganda showin' on a screen

We stuck inside a system we can't get out yeah it seems

That this shit ain't been normal for a while now you see

And I hope that all my lyrics hit you some place in your soul

Cuz I put too much work into all of this shit to let go

Reminds of the times being a kid and goin' home

And memories, they taking place but now it's in a phone

Yeah

Imagination, our creation, seems like we forgot

Hallucinations, what we facing, faces in our thoughts

It's so amazing, bitch get naked, art when we smoke pot

I think we made it, am I famous, I don't wanna drop

The illuminati(on), hearts of Satan, money is the plot

The root of evil, through a peephole, see how that shit cost

Misinformation, what you chasin' seems like you forgot

And if love ain't on this Earth then I guess then that shit lust (for real)

(I said)

Imagination, our creation, seems like we forgot

Hallucinations, what we facing, faces in our thoughts

It's so amazing, bitch get naked, art when we smoke pot

And if love ain't on this Earth then I guess then that shit lost...