Know This
My love is like whoa
but you’ll never know
I ain’t no street trash or no corner ho.
I’m telling you, you want me around;
When things get rough,
I’m the one who will hold it down
I keep it tight, aight.
And I can see right through you;
Talking bout what you feel for me is love.
Now, for real?
What am I gonna do with a “scrub.”
Don’t come rapping to me about that love bit
Cause I’mma ask you, “What’s love got to do with it?”
I’ll get you to stop before you start, and end before you begin;
This is a constant uphill battle that you ain’t gonna win.
I just don’t want you to waste my time;
That’s when you become another page in my rhyme.
I’mma tell you this one time and one time only so......
KNOW THIS
Before you come talking to me about that love thing;
You best be having arrangements to meet me at the alter and.....
I’M FINNING TO HAVE MY RING
Copyright © Morgan Fake | Year Posted 2005
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