Sabzi - Still Got Love lyrics

[Sampled Recording] Is it love, that I feel? What I'm feeling inside [Geologic Intro] Uh, Yea It's a love song, for everybody Everybody man, everybody Me, Sabzi, your mom, your mom's mom Everybody Nobody in particular, everybody in general If we need to be specific, you can get at me I'll get at you, whatever's good, ya know [Verse 1] Yo, I don't really got no rhymes y'all I got a couple of problems And the reason that I'm telling y'all is that I'm looking to solve them And furthermore, you heard it before, you probably got them So now it's time for us to settle the score and air the laundry But not before I preface this song And say I still got love for you It's been a minute since we talked And I heard it through the bamboo Telegraph the half-truths if cash rules Then please consider the payment past due In fact you smear appearance to your mutual friends Will make you wonder why some daps and hugs would start to turn limp Did you volunteer your secrets? Did you snitch out your people To get cool with some fools that we used to have some beef with? And he said that she said that they went and did somebody dirty And you heard it and now you're no longer friends I don't operate on that sort of level I'm face to face No fake Kobe Bryant and Shaquille O'Neal types of handshakes Got a problem with me? Try diplomacy Instead of side talk on sidewalks And pretending that you don't notice me Or telling people that you're worried about me And saying nothing when you see a brother walkin' around To nobody in particular and everybody in general Don't take this either personal, emotional or literal Cause if we both about similar sets of principals Then check me and I'll check you, like we're supposed to do [Hook] Everybody get hurt, everybody cries Everybody falls down, not everybody rise Not everybody talks, but everybody lies Not everybody lives, but everybody dies You might have owed me cash Or put my sh** on blast And talk behind my back But I still got love You never held me close When I needed it most How can I call you my folks When you ain't got no love? You might have owed me cash Or put my sh** on blast Or talk behind my back And I still got love You never held me close When I needed it most How can I call you my folks When you ain't got no love? [Verse 2] And I still got no rhymes y'all, got a couple of problems And the reason that I'm telling y'all, is that I'm looking to solve them And furthermore, you heard it before, you probably got them And now it's time for us to settle the score and air the laundry But not before I finish this song And say I still got love for the Barkada Y'all the reason that I still rock We separated through geographic locations And we steadily walked along You taught me loyalty and patience And I never meant to flake It's just my calendar's stacked now '93 until infinity, let's take it back now From car trips around the South of the sound From B-town to downtown And back clownin' out loud Out at 15, keep it in tact and never fractured Sometimes I wish that I can travel back so I can capture The laughter, the waterfront, the ball courts, the tracks Tiltin' Carlo Rossi back in the summer of 2000 Kicked it in the North before I bounced to the South end Holdin' down the Heist every night was like a Saturday And now when, I see you in the crowd I get reminded how we came up out the shadows of this military town And for those still there, I hold your names close And though I'm never in the church no more, I hold you in my prayers And I only hope our paths will cross each other more often Without you first believing in me, I'd still be lost cause [Hook] Everybody get hurt, everybody cries Everybody falls down, and not everybody rise Not everybody talks, but everybody lies Not everybody lives, but everybody dies You might have owed me cash Or put my sh** on blast Or talked behind my back But I still got love You never held me close When I needed it most How can I call you my folks When you ain't got no love? You might have owed me cash Or put my sh** on blast Or talked behind my back And I still got love You never held me close When I needed it most How can I call you my folks When you ain't got no love? [Outro] ...Nice here for hours (Someone talking in the background) Talk all types of sh**? I mean like, let's talk about these n***a's shoes n***as be hatin' cause I be havin ill tight shoes And they buy the exact same pair of Nikes Like, naw, I'm sayin', know what I mean? sayin', I'm sayin' Fools, say that they still make notes right? Cats be actin' like they know me better than I know myself Based off of some Nike too low sh**, know what I'm sayin'? 5 or 6 years ago I come back and n***a's was tellin' me "Oh I know who he is." And ain't tryin' to let me be me You know, I'm tryin' to branch out and make the music I wanna make And like n***as wanted me to f**in' You know what I'm sayin'? Like what is this? I gotta have a Jheri Curl and sh** You know what I'm sayin'? Talkin' about eatin' babies They want me to be like the Seattle Brother Ling I'm tryin' to be Q-Tip And they're like, "Nah, Nah, Nah" It's cool, I still got love for you though baby It's all good (laughter) It's all good (laughter) You know that blue sh** [Trumpet Outro] Bleh!