Love Is Hard - Chillinit

The primal questions of any marriage

What are you thinking?

How are you feeling?

What have we done to each other?

'Cause if I love her then I’ll try to leave

I’ll just suffocate and struggle while she tries to breathe

Her naked beauty’s no excuse, that’s all my eyes can see

You ain’t a hoe, you know the go, so who you tryna be?

Why you playing hide and seek?

If you’re lost, then I’ll be finders keep

I’ll spend this money on three flights a week

Just to do these shows, smoke dro on this road

All while we light this weed

And life’s a bitch, that’s all that I believe

But maybe there’s a light to see

Hidden visions that our minds can be

Something greater, maybe I’m 'bout my paper

Maybe I never found it, I’m drowning just like the laker, ballin'

Until I meet my maker, I’ll fuck her later

But love’s a pain that I’m addicted to

I rub this lamp and call this genie make the wish for you

This perfect portrait, I could paint this if I picture you

I’m reminiscing 'bout what bitches do

Baby, I’m the man, all I know is never cry

Get high and then I fake my grin

Even God knows that Blakey sins

That be when this pain begins

And if you’re broken, then I’ll take you in

Don’t try to save me, Miss, please don’t try to save me, Miss

For real though, I’m sick and tired of these fuckin' hoes

I’ve graduated like a fuckin' pro

I went from three girls in one week to havin' three at a time

Yeah, what you fuckin' know?

I’m Gladiator, girl, I’m Russell Crowe

Take me off your block list, please pick up your fuckin' phone

My life has meaning when we’re not alone

Now it seems you’re leaving

And you’re sleeping with bitches, the smell of new cologne

I think it’s Gucci when she wants the bone

Give it to her real good, real good, real good

Don’t gotta tell me this feels good

I see this in your face, girl, I feel this in your bone

I could be this empty space, let me get you in your zone

Let me get you all alone

Let me get you all alone (Fuck, you lookin' so fine)

Let me get you in your zone

I got money on my mind, would you save me?

All these women in my life make me crazy, ah yeah

Love is hard so find somebody worth it

Or else you have the hardest times to find somebody perfect

So many nights we kept on trying when no alarm was working

Chill was losing sleep throughout the night

But now he’s rising early

I feel like these days, the fake is real, all that’s real is fake

Twenty racks on clothes, still don’t own no real estates

If you got the drive, they cut you off to see you break (Skrr)

The devil told me, «Take a sip», I said, «I need a taste, I crave for it»

I’m living in this big town

Bitches doing cocaine while they listening to Chris Brown

But I got my big doink and I’m listening to Big L

They taking big L’s, so please tell me when this switch 'round

Life is like a gift, that’s why they call it presence

I could smell success, I know the timing’s of the essence

I’ve lost count of all the times that I would count the seconds 'Cause I

noticed that this time went slower

When my mind is stressin' (Argh)

In the streets, we never see emotions

I keep it deep inside my mind, it’s like a deeper focus

You don’t know about my life and all this weed I’m smoking

What’s the point of cheap affection?

Fuck it, girl, I needs devotion

She poured another cup, she said, «I dare you to sip

It fucks you up, my dawg, I dare you to flip»

It make me wanna buy a pistol just to stare at this grip

It’s like my bitches how I’m scared to commit

I swear to God you only get what you give, get what you give

But at the same time we gotta get it how we live

Pass around like a spliff, take a breath and breathe it in

Yeah, yeah, we need an ounce of this shit

And they consume with all this hate, I’d be stupid to relate

How the fuck we disconnected from our friends, the human race

When my mind is filled with silence, I use to music to escape

'Cause us real men, we go to work to try put food up on the plate

We punch the clock, screamin', «Fuck the cops»

I be riding through my city until something pops

When the buds are fully flowered, we collect the crops

Fuck the enemies, the masters in investing stock

Till your money’s coming down, it’s coming down

Be careful of this karma, girl, it’s coming 'round

And I’mma get so high that I ain’t coming down, fuck

I think my girl is coming now, aw yeah

Real talk, The Octagon