BR Verse :
Language comes with many forms
There is a love language
There's a money language
War language, kind language
Parental language, childish language
In this language I'm informing hurtful truth
The theme of this language
Is a painful hot heat Love language
Hot heat painful love
Ashes after ashes dropped on the floor
And smoke ascending on top
Defining hot heat Love
I set your heart on fire
You set mine on Lightning
I Light up your world
Place a globe for you
In a room full of people with quality
You removed my light bulb
And kursed my name In a room of opportunity
Leaving no bright inspiration behind
No Candle that can give a glimpse shine around
Stressful blessings that's disgusting to discuss
Shameful dark intention in a day with disguise
A scent of betrayal in the air
Toxic conscious based on a tricky lust
A mind game I already lost
Stuck with weak cards to drop
In a table of whiskey and cigars
I'm giving up and taking the pain
With the palm of my hand in a hot stove
You won the jackpot
Burned my being
In a play of hot heat Love
The pain for the rest of my life
Is based on hot heat Love
A Language of a Painful Love