Love Synthetic

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Danny Boone] Here's to the cold night and the bold sunlight of the morning Where the corners are clear Where the fear sets in When the crack bird sings And everything is so backward Dreams, once so cherished and nourished In hopes they would one day flourish Or gone like a young man's courage As time goes on with no consideration Knows he can rip rounds, says "I'mma get mine" A pipe dream, paps never encouraged Too broke, too drunk, too jealous Let the truth tell it, this boy made him nervous Young buck down on his tough luck now Hesitating with an alternate purpose Can't quit though, sellin purple, providing a service Pocket full of money no longer feelin worthless Got a big shipment, bought some equipment Spit with a passion, son this is intense With criminal intent, spoke of the night life in the bright lights The money, the honeys, the dro, and the white A buncha other things, that is homeboys life The cars and the bars The game and the pain And what it takes to make a name they say... [Hook: Boone] Love synthetic So poetic Hard to turn around... Heart's on fire Nightlife, Liars Never coming down... [Verse 2] So he took it to the local radio disk jock Took a listen, it's hot so he reached in his pocket Exposing a big knot, and told him "I got plenty paper for the prime time spot" Love Synthetic went straight to the top On the countown, kids bumped it around town Gave a copy to his paps like what now But he laughed like who you supposed to be? Set it over there, might need a coaster So, he dipped and hopped in a whip with a tear in his eye Turned the bass up high, lit a spliff up Feelin those emotions that make you want to give up Back to the studio packed full of broads and cats with the sacks He's sold on a hard ass track that his man on the porch tapped out Jumped in the booth and the truth came out Waitin on a mix, homeboy got a text Next thing you know he's headed out west on a jet So three different labels could try to out-flex each other With a checkbook, and all the other textbook mess them Hollywood folks do So, you feel that the next big thing, big necklace, big rings, big dreams [Hook: Boone] Love synthetic So poetic Hard to turn around... Heart's on fire Nightlife, Liars Never coming down... [Verse 3] So they wined him and dined him and picked his mind Told him he was one of a kind and he signed on the line Over wine that they dined in the fine restaraunt of the 5 star kind Next thing you know shacked up with this guy part time Opened up for a big name, macked for a time Then the big fame came and the kid headlined Took him to places the past would never find But the spotlight shined so bright, it would blind your judgement Next thing came the booze and the lines Missed a lot of gigs, paid some big fines Trying to see how high he could climb Dropped a second single, it flopped Then album sales took a big nose dive Couldn't get the people at the label on the line The whole world stopped and crashed to the ground In a cheap motel with nobody around All alone, got a phone call from his hometown They said that his paps was found in the house Dead with a bottle of gin by the bed So he jumped in the ride and cried as he drove Drinkin on a fifth, didn't know where to go Lit a cigarette, turned on the radio And the song that was playin on the stereo goes.... [Hook: Boone] Love synthetic So poetic Hard to turn around... Heart's on fire Nightlife, Liars Never coming down...