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I hear footsteps, in the dark

Feel like I'm goin fuckin crazy

[Chorus: Blaq Toven]

Every day since we first met

Can't even eat a bit

I can't seem to think straight

When I think about how you love me

Everyday is like a holiday

Something like Christmas Eve

My worst day is carefree

When I think about how you love me

[Talib Kweli]

When are we gonna grow up?

Why do I love you so much we so touched?

Excited by the drama we like when it show up

The fightin don't slow up, I light you like close ups

And I call you my Calamity Jane, you like my fantasy

Love cause the same chemical reaction in the brain as insanity

Holidays drinkin wit'cha family... passionate folks

Imagine if they had they own reality show - actually no

Desire's like fire; quit playin or get burned

or give it away on camera like Montana Fishburne

Our presence is a gift, a gift is our present

Breakup text call her a bitch under my breath

And then the makeup sex she forgive me in a session

I know she love me, she sendin a mixed message though


[Talib Kweli]

You need a chick with some fire

I mean unless you want a wife cold as ice

Livin life with the biggest debutante

Me and you we considered the upper echelon

The only one I come out my fitted for in a restaurant

You can get it huh; remember I was takin your digits

Same night I was makin the visit

Make it the mission to make you cum

When we done sometimes you hate to admit it

You a little numb from the toys

and love the noise that you make when you run from the boys

and comfort your man, insane how we go so crazy with it

This the asylum, so we call relationships committed

You ain't a bird I ain't them others guys that get lost in the name

You the butterfly, and I'm the moth to your flame

Love is dying while the mother's cryin

Big brother eyein me imposin their reality to Shutter Island


[Talib Kweli]

Our love is like a Psycho or a trilogy, the drama is killin me

I'm grown but the little boy is still in me

We discuss monogamy polygamy, the I's the probability

Your momma ain't feelin me, it stung like a killer bee

How far from the tree do the apple fall?

The things I said - was it how I felt, was it the alcohol?

Or do I really hate her after all?

I apologize for the statements that I made to her

First I swallowed my pride, then I ate my words

I tried to pass it off acted like it was nothin

The fact is I was discoverin my appetite for destruction

Everything else is bland once you tasted filet mignon

When I'm full I'm takin you home, you a plate for later on

I'll eat it up... or beat it up

Til your love runneth over, yo I need a cup


Talib Kweli и Blaq Toven - How You Love Me – текст

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