Lovesong

Lyrics

[Intro (Overlapped with Bridge): Jean Grae] Ooh, that was wrong! Oh man. You told me stuff, and we gots to find a song for them all. It's appreciation though. Yo, Dee, to start, play the original so I can get in the mood to kick these verses. Alright, oh, uh, yeah, yeah. I see you, love. I said, "All the time." Does it ever puzzle you? Have you asked why? Nah. I know I do. I do, it's true. I ain't pretending, man. Aight, aight. Let's get into it, for real, for real. Aight? One. Drop it, drop it [Bridge 1 (Overlapped with Intro): Sample from The Stylistics - "Stop, Look, Listen (To Your Heart)"] You're alone all the time Does it ever puzzle you? Have you asked why you seem To fall in love? Out again Do you ever really love? Or just pretend? Why fool yourself? Don't be afraid To help yourself It's never too late, too late to stop... [Bridge 2: Sample from Rodney Cee on Double Trouble - "Stoop Rap" with Scratches by Da Beatminerz] (x7) Here's a little story that must be told [Verse 1: Jean Grae] She grew up Believing in passion and love, whose folks divorced and remarried Very na�ve, seen life and commitments that Should have been dead and buried, highly sentimental, sensitive Gentle beyond the point she should be. What might be obvious To most, she says they're too bitter, can't see The world the way she does, clean lungs, undamaged liver, sees Thugs through her 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, spends 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 pussy on his face Jeans and sweaterssomething'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 probably won't. Just wants an honest man For goodness sake, they're backstabbing and cutting her throat Restraining orders follow, but she still optimistic about it Like Annie, thinking "Tomorrow" maybe will 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 sexy 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. He makes her wipe away His tears and it hurts. They always leave and turn 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. It's still a love song [Verse 2: Jean Grae] She's got A good man. She's nineteen, he's twenty-one 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 off the affection and gifts and all The good manners he's showing. He's trying to build a life for himself Studies late, computer shit, and she's missing attention that She's not getting, sex dwindles. Crawling in the sheets, he say He 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 impulsive action, dropped the drawers And falls in love, the world explodes when she confesses. "Yeah, I did it So?" They're so tight, it's like he moves when she stretches. Over The couple years, too many stresses, girls who wanna fight her Bitches 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 fucking 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 Had thought was gold was only gold-plated. Thinking of all The other ones I could have just left and up and dated Single 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 [Bridge 3: Jean Grae] Love All I ever want is you All I ever had Needed in my life was you All that ever was, all I ever had [Verse 3: Jean Grae] Maybe it's Easier to talk about this shit in third person, learning Better, looking for nub 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 reach into the depths 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