Songtext How it is B.O.B

How it is

Yeah yeah
Look
She said her ex wasn't shit, one before that wasn't shit, one before that wasn't shit, one before that wasn't shit
How you navigate to the same shit?
You always gravitate to the same dick
She said I'm just like every guy, how you know 'bout every guy?
Maybe only all the niggas you've met
Look, she wanna be a housewife, but don't know what a home is
She want a soul mate, but don't know where her soul is
Now, what are we supposed to date or procreate, shit?
Well, I guess, I suppose that ass supposed to shake
What is love?
How many dates? How many texts? How many compliments does it take?
You know this, you know this world ain't shit, but still, you smile even with a fake grin
Maybe it's something in your mind you can't shape
Maybe it's something in your heart they can't break
Now, look she know how I feel about her, she do what she wanna do
I know how she feel about me, I move how Mohammed move
Couldn't leave if I wanted too
Yeah, look
You want love? What the fuck is that?
Love is how you feel, regardless how they treat you back, yeah
Frequencies above anything negative
Big up yourself, the same you did the 44th president
You can't love the culture and hate the people
Embrace the flaws, elevate what you call evil
Nigga, I mastered the shit, I mastered the shit
Like when Pac shot them cops that was attacking his camp
Would you let your bitch look through your phone? Alone?
Fuck all that pretentionship, get you a real nigga with no censorship
Tough conversations to have, type of conversations make you pack all of your bags
Well if it's meant to be, then it'll be
The truth will come to the light, eventually
So quit up, all that fake shit, quit all that flaw shit, quit all that fluke shit, get off that tough shit, let's have a talk shit
We on this art shit, yeah, owning boss shit
And we ain't gotta have a baby
I like it being me and you
When you weep, you kinda cute
What we watching, season one, season two?
And I don't really want no fairytales
Still, I wanna fall in love like the fairytale, still
We can do this shit without no training wheels, real
On some Kemet shit, Heru take the wheel
That bitch, my bitch, that's my bitch
I feel like I got the baddest bitch in Atlanta
I feel like I got the baddest bitch in the world
I feel like, I feel like that's my queen, not a girl
I feel like, I feel like I'm the king of the world
I feel like, I feel like that's my queen, not a girl
And if you feel like how I feel, then you're lucky as me
But what the fuck is luck? This shit was destined to be, yeah
Now, what is love? Now, what is love? So, what is love? Yeah, yeah
You can tug, you can tug, but jealousy ain't love
Jealousy ain't love
Just 'cause you feeling reckless, don't mean that it's really love
The tendency for dysfunction eventually breaks up, it breaks up
You can tug, you can tug, jealousy ain't love
Jealousy ain't love
Just 'cause you feeling reckless don't mean that it's really love
The tendency for dysfunction eventually breaks up, it breaks up
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