(feat. Deacon the Villain, Kno)
Traces of love, long ago...that didn't work out
Love ain't for the faint of heart
Start Training, this game is hard
You're gonna play in the dark like when it rains in the park
You're hardly conscious of the stains and scars
Enabling your partly clouded logic
To pay to impart bliss with arrangements of chocolates, now
You're working yourself out the same as when you strain with a nautilus
And you're willing to embrace pain facing sustained negative consequence
If nothing you say when in love is embedded with common sense
Then, do you really regret when you've shredded your promises?
Now, I've tested the waters, kid. Sipped it; rippled the pond a bit
Visits have been abolished, and this sh*t's killing my confidence
Is this filling your conscience when distance is an accomplishment?
If you miss chicks when they're around
The phrase "Let's quit" isn't an option
You best fix whatever's wrong and just move on and get on with it
Cause, You'll catch bigger fish in the sea if you manage not to drown in it
It's sad, but proud or not, most your standards go down a notch
When loneliness drinks at the bar you set too high
Cause, It isn't really my time, is it?
sh*t...I just found the watch
But hearing the bell toll for me twice a day
Has me fearing my grandfather clock
And I can't die without trying, my hands tied in knots
Knowing that I'll never learn to brave the waves if I stand by the docks
Love is hampered by thought, if you can handle the prospect of
Death - it's as massive a shock
And to intellects, it's a f**kin' smack in the crotch
It's a cancer that rots your soul, tosses demons off of the road
Just use caution and know, that
Love ain't nothing but a loss of control
Off then, we go
[V2: Deacon the Villain]
Love'll have you nervous, doing stupid sh*t on purpose
Brain out of service, words slurred when you blurt sh*t..
Studderin', utterin' non-sensical sh*t in your verses
Feeling like a shirtless, 4-breasted woman in a circus..
Furthurly trying to gap an unfillable void..
Because of parents never transfering that unbillical joy..
So girls create a false world of filling on boys
Exploited, guys playing with her heart like her feelings are toys..
But when you have it.. there's nothing like it, you get excited..
Seeking those who provide it, on phones talking to psychics..
Some fear it... spend their entire lives trying to fight it..
Living in a confusing Hayes, like they're grooving to Isaac..
It ain't the end of the rainbow with a treasure chest and a map..
It ain't easily learnable with definitions in tact..
It can ride your train of though and demolitions your tracks..
Hittin' and bullwhippin you, leavin' them slits in your back..
But i've been a lucky one.. loving parents, loving friends..
But I still spend alot of my life loving sin..
But I ain't a genious on it, I can only pretend..
Cause over all it's an emotion I can not comprehend.. it's love
Love ain't the basis for action
In a nation of addicts pacing and waiting for seconds of satisfaction
Where the word itself is only fashioned in fits of passion
Hand in hand with animalistic orgasmic reaction
And the past isn't felt as a match made in hell
But rather its held as a latter day meld
Of common mistakes and nice intentions
But when false love retention is simply vice invention
Its only right to mention the fights you get in
Nightly visions of these Tina and Ike revisions
So Whats Love really Got To Do With It?
From prude women to stool pidgeons in soup kitchens
The truth isn't as eloquent so be intelligent
Getting caught out of your element just for the hell of it's irrelevant
And that word'll fit like a glove if you don't get right, now live your life
For the love or stop