Love

Never felt love. Feeling like Central Cee with Amelia — when they ask 'bout love, I just shrug. What is love? Trying to learn like Lil Wayne. Want that Young Money bag in LA, living like I'm Sonny. Pretty brown ting, Ben 10 vibes. Move to her (impossible), petite like Kim Possible. Great mouth, make her scream when she cream. Double chest like Minecraft — put my quartz on that. No guns, she ain't Croft. Chill like a loft. Turned princess overnight, that's why they call her Sophia.

Knew she was different from the first time. She's the reason I write, I rhyme. Wish I made a move — now she's posting with her man, saying she in love. Got me in Marvin's Room, singing like she's Erica. Need a South American favela ting, natural, no BBL. Ass shake like J.Lo, Super Bowl show. Eating it like a cereal bowl.

Nice girl, but her mom known as a whore. Thank God — same body, different mindset. Don't ask how I know, they got matching sets. Got blessed, cleaned the mess, no more stress. Beautiful MILF ting like Courteney Cox, bad friend like Nadia Foxx. Big ass, curly hair — call her Yonna. Big tits — call her Cinna. Old petite bad like Valkyrae, waist like Pokimane. That's the one I wish was my main.

Now I'm sitting in pain like Drake. Don't tell fam, that's what the bros for, like Knucks said. Mom wants me home, girls ringing phones claiming I'm "just a bro." If bro got you in positions only Jason Luv knows... I'm a love bomber, Earth's my court. They call me Kevin Love, Kevin Hart. Troublemaker like Bart.

Cowgirl older ting like Lurleen Lumpkin — still daddy's little girl even though she never had one. Met God, now she got morals. Gotta dip. Tired of freaky tings with "verses" in their bio.

I'm a homebody but the boys need me outside. They don't know I'm the jealous type. Saw Sophie with her man, almost ran up like "who that?" Then saw he was soft pretty boy — not worth it. Went home wishing I wet him up... but I ain't that guy. She ain't even the baddest in her circle. All her friends are tens — J Hus type, queens on the couch. She'd make the bros say "take that for the team."

Her crew BBO savage. She blocked me but her friend stalks the page. Tell your pretty friends to slide — y'all moving snakey. Come on stage, I'll do Omah Lay. Backstage? 50 Shades of Grey. Make you forget Monday coming.

Sophie, not even Adobe could make you perfect. This ain't a love song. This is 500 Days of Summer. I'm just tryna find my Autumn.

R&B, Sad, Energetic, Male Vocals, Choir, Rap Vocals, Moderate (76-108 BPM), Fast (120-168 BPM), Slow (66-76 BPM)