VERSE 1
Im checking my texts and I get a request
For Sammus to give 'em a 10 minute set
I won’t get a check but I never reject
Whenever I can get a second to spit
At first I was reading the fine print
Making sure that it's seeming alright then
I saw words I did not want to find, when
I had noticed the theme of the night and
I was not a big fan of it
So I hit up my management
I called him to cancel it
He told me to chill I was tripping
I needed some cannabis
Like Sammus just
Articulate what is the problem?
I really can’t figure out what's wrong
I told him my n***a, you wilin’
They want me to give ‘em a love song [pause]
If I look thru my catalog
I don’t make that kind of song
That ain’t the shit that I’m on
You need to respond and you tell 'em I might be gone
He laughed and told me that maybe it’s time
Maybe this really a sign
That I should engage with that four letter word
That I always be trying to deny

CHORUS
So I don’t wanna write it
I wanna feel it
When the love dies
I won’t have to deal with
A love song that I can’t ever hear
It's better for me when it all disappears x2

Verse 2
Love is a cliché
Could I honestly say
Something better than what I create with my beat tapes?
I mean it’s a deep space
I don’t have the tools or the vocab
To give it the feeling we both have
When we're lying in bed and it's sunny inside
Though its rains everyday in the forecast
How can I write about kissing you
When I don’t want share it with anyone else?
How can I write about giving you
Parts of me that I never once gave to myself?
How can I talk about cumming?
Cumming?
Cumming?
Cumming?
N***a it’s a feeling
How can I write about running
Running
Running
Running
My hands on your fingers?
How can I capture the motion
Of the car when I'm pulling the door shut
'Cuz you tried to jump out when I told ya
I might let someone else get the chocha
And we both high on doja?

CHORUS
So I don’t wanna write it
I wanna feel it
When the love dies
I won’t have to deal with
A love song that I can’t ever hear
Is better for me when it all disappears x2