[Verse 1: Qwel]
It's all love, so they say
But it don't cost and it don't pay
Somehow he lost his way up in this maze
And the world turned him cold...
Love when it pays, hate when it don't
Hypocrites we've become
But get it, get it if it glitters [?] bitterness [?] young
And on stack the madness it's patterns that screech around the sun
Big up venus and lie about it, spun Saturn's rungs
Rather clung to patterns, as if that is love, but it ain't though
That's word, just like they treat love and heat love in bank rolls
Take toll of what they give, and forgot what they've gotten
It's the rotted crop, they can't stop, it ain't stocked it ain't poppin'
Can't glitter, it's not gold, it sounds bitter, singing love
Not all accounts can be counted, and just 'cause it can don't mean it does
It makes you wonder, and crumble on the humble
And ponder on the tunnel of fun once the chariot has swung low
Under thunder rumbles the lightning, frightening, talking big just writing
Mumble about what they've got coming, or the realest you might get
Yo Qwe, light this and pa** to D-Nat and De, expect tightness
Dap the fans living life's likeness, at least that's the plan
Righteous, some nights fighting the light should've known love
Let him get his own frozen soul and cold shoulders shown none
World frosted on him, falsely calling out his son's name
Neighbors saying he lost in crazy thoughts some days
It's all love, so they say
But it don't cost and it don't pay
Somehow he done lost his way up in this maze
And the world turned him cold...