Az - Need Your Love lyrics

[fardaad] Real talk always filled with silence Real walk always filled with violence So we don't leave until we hear the sirens I shall lead - yall can do the filing My nails bitten down till the blood gets shown Im going to tehran for mamani's blood vessels But baby i shall be back when the dust settles With that Khamenei swag like "f** rebels" I mean f**yall if you don't agree Cuz i keep my clique so orderly Im smirkin like the mona-lee They workin like they owin me But who the f** am i supposed to be Just me myself and I fardaad lonely The chauffer at the rotary For all the love they showin me Yet im a speck amongst a buncha spectators I need your love so of course i spect haters Well...let's see which force is greater But i need more than 16 you can hear the chorus later This for my paintbrush - and the paper Shouts to every single penny that i ever saved up For which every who*e-b**h tries to take us But one day you wake up like "wait up, this a shake up" My vision blurred by the make-up She smitten by the pay stub In this autumn i leave before i fall n They go rake us And you wonder why we playas But perhaps that's just the way they made us So nowadays i just say and do f** these hoes Grind to get radio to play us because I need your love Even tho you might like me I need your love Something that you'd love to mention I had to be the center of attention And even tho it causes tension It's what you took advantage of I need your love Even tho you might like me I need your love Im screamin Look at me: you're staring at a savage s*ut bu*t f**er - marijuana addict No it's just a habit I do that sh** a tadbit So I can get along with you mutherf**in half-wits Half-heart half-dick half people Half of which are b**h and half of which are evil And tho i said half i never meant they equal See my math is feeble and my mind's kinda runny But tell me if you're coming I'll get you in free Then ill get some shots just for you n me And just so you can see I will put on a show love Rabidly rippin heavy raps up off my shoulders Rant like your gramps in my hand there's a rolled up Newspaper get it dog? Two major credit cards in my back pocket yet my credit is kilt Feeding my Merican dream's how i got so debt-filled Tryina be a little off-less Still im a more-on Type of idish** that gets champagne to pour on Ran game for so long Got more tracks than an addicts forearm Sure dawn if you must But bring your bright a** back in for dusk Is my discussion with the sun as i raps to the moon And write to the night and send the ocean to his room Im just coping with my tunes - it's the deadest thing Like hoping on a tomb - but i sing for you