Life Of A Lover

Uh, uh

This makes my momma smile, on some good mood shit

I'm here to teach your young man how he should move, should move

Vigilant, stay healthy on some good food shit

But Ted mixes on the block, I think you should, should move

The love is lost, up in the lover's forest

We need the sun, we need the moon, we need another force

My boy Pop live around the way

And in the glitz and the glamor glamor, I must say

We survived another Friday on some Ice Cube shit

Now get some rum and get some coke and let the ice cubes hit

Fuck a streetwear gang, this some new shoe shit, uh

It got the views out the window homie, YouTube it

This year's model, with this charming brother

Six fair models, you swore on the color

You warn each other, things could get hectic here

Have a smoke, kick back, sipping Blue Bell beer

Yea it's obvious that you got fear

Too bad I'm looking at the girl in the blue cashmere

And how she spelled out my name with her nail in the mirror

And guess where we're off next next next, uh uh

A blessed day, Sunday vibes too

I spoke to my sugar boo, and she'll be here too

Enough to pack out, until we're clear out blue

And on a jet having yea on the way to Peru, Peru, Peru Peru

All the love in the world is right here in bed

All this love from me girl, can't leave me red

All the nights in my dreams, I wouldn't have seen

This is the Life of a Lover, this is the Life of a Lover, ooh

Yeah

This is a song for the lovers with a capital L

Lost love leaping levels thinking love is to sell

Puffin Ls on visual flight to Brazil

At the well at the bottom of that bucket when I fell for that free time

Jailing thoughts to settle bail

You know the one with bell, story told so well, if not

You all will, I promise, we all fall to the sun goddess

Some time on this planet, damn it

And I was granted the stain of the pomegranate

Love branded on my brain, damaged from the Jane

Dames falling all lame, wonder why I need breaks to explain

Don't matter when they after that change

Go figure like a sister with a gold toned figure

No figures, counting love with my bucks instead of fingers

No Mingus, plucking harp strings, circle rings around Venus where the Queens at

Besides a magazine rack

Came back to America with they dreams stacked

Can I help you get your shit straight?

Weed sacks, mixtapes, gift bags paid with Swiss francs, just think

Exchange digits dipping out the bank, hey