INTRO:
Turn the beat up a little
R.I.P Makaveli, hahaha
Ima sucker for love, hahaha
Word up, hahahaha

VERSE 01:
What does it mean?
She was trouble right from the start, taught me so many lessons
How not to mess with fuck tards, no more depression
Love lies too you and picks your perfect match, perhaps
Me and her had problems but I try and work at it, and now
My heart is becomin colder, my nuts is becomin bolder
But I can't help but notice this as I get much older
I try and take a stand but these people don't understand
That being a man doesn't consist of money, hoes, and smokin trees
Or a search for commitment is equivalent to a social disease
I wanna shelter a girl from harm, hold her in my arms
Make love to her because our love has it's terms
I don't want a closed door filled with jealous thoughts
But have ambitions to be free
I hate the way you lie, but I can't just sit and standby
I hear you callin me to come back, I'm askin what is love

[HOOK: Eric Williams] (x2)
What you won't do, do for love
You tired everything, but you don't give up

VERSE 02:
Just when I thought I broke away and was feelin happy
It just tries and trap me into this situation that is crappy
Try not to fall for it, but in this case what do I do? Can't back down
I make my own promises, I try and keep it real
What if I'm stuck in my fairy tale, a trick in my own hell
Tryin to stay strong in this process, keepin it real
I'm bout to lose my composure, I'm getting close
Rather fuck and bust some nuts, write a note
Tell me where do I go, a place with no hoes, no dicks
To clear my head I'm feelin low, losin control
My heart can't even breathe, oh why'd I have to cheat?
Why do we people have to misconceive, and now
I'm getting calls from devils above, my heart ain't beatin
These demons got me cheatin, so I'm seein what it's like
Never no more will you see me with women
Cause now I will be in bed with bitches, I'm thinkin what is love?

HOOK:

VERSE 03:
Now I'm left with scars, tears on my pillow, I weep and willow
As I sit and pray, hoping these tears will wash away
I wasn't always in a bust a nut relationship
I used to be full of love, happiness, and passion
I remember she treated me good
I wanted me, you, and a baby, the American Dream
The one with the picket fence, when it was on
I had a you to call my own
I shoulda knew you was trouble when you walked in, but I was trapped
Preoccupied with getting ass, no need to lie
I ain't taste any since then, scratch that
I forgot bout that bitch wit the fine eyes, under pressure
I don't want this no more, I feel alone
I'm on the phone havin a love conversation, huh?
Used to have happiness, but replaced with agony
But just forget about me, sayin what is love

HOOK: