my love song

[Byrd]

i figured i'd post it on here
im not big into love
but this ryhme has been worked on for years

it kinda a funny it all leads back to that bench
where everything was worked on like a wrench
i was puttin together schemes and ideas
never in my dreams did i try to see a-
future without you but here i sit
alone n lonely a piece of shit
i love the one i cannot have
yet i still love her i cannot brag
i can't tell a lie or even a false truth
i try to hide n keep it all sleuth
undercover like im swat
but under the covers is all i got
im not intelligent i cant keep a conversation
i ain't sellin shit all i know is hate n hatin
everything that i am leads up to one point
i see a better man he gots that one point
maybe he gots money i ain't got shit
he provides the bread i provide the dick
you be givin me head tellin him your sick

twisted; its all fucked up
i keep askin myself, is this real love
but i get my answer, in the herb
spreadin loves cancer; how do you love a byrd

you say lovin me is better than lovin you
i get ya happy when we under the blue
blanket that i got to asorb the sweat
i ain't gonna regret the sadomasochism yet
you got me covered in scars and new scab
i remember when we was in ya moms car
and you grabbed
a big handful of that juggalo dick
you kept sayin you wanted a juggalo thick
enough to clear outta cave
got real rough when i took ya to that rave
these memories they keep spinnin in my head
i keep seein these pray to god wishin that im dead
anyone can tells us that none of this happened
but i love you ayla no matter who's laughin

twisted its all fucked up
i keep askin myself is this real love
but i get my answer in the herb
spreadin loves cancer how do you love a byrd

(recording that i have of a conversation)

now that i look back in the past
i look at that shit n i gotta laugh
its funny girl i was really estactic
you coulda asked for anything
and then ya woulda had it
i was quite glad when you stopped taggin
sprayin the streets wit yo pants saggin
ghetto boy loves ghetto girl
now im in the suburbs a whole different world
i remember when we had to fight for respect
people kickin n dissin sayin get off our set
fuckers, ain't noone love us clowns
but then again yall ain't never gonna bring me down
i'm on the top of the planet
its so damn good i can't fuckin stand it
i ain't never been ever this happy
i ain't even tryin to sound this sappy
i really love this one
until i get caught up leavin behind a son

(conversatin ending in i love you)

[gianmarco]

tl; dr .