Production (Hands-off): Lauryn Hill
Brand new track from my homie, Oil, and myself, titled "No Strings Attached". I'm sure there's more than a few fans out there that can understand the title of the track, both because of what we sampled, as well as the content. If you can't though...well that's just too bad. Read the lyrics, maybe they'll help.
Also, I know I've been bad with updating the site, my bad my peoples. My life has been getting very interesting, and has been requiring most of my attention. Not that that's a good excuse, it's just what's going on. I'll have more updates on that soon, but I'm trying not to count chickens. In the meantime, enjoy some old school hip-hop goodness.
Lyrics
One love, One love - to hold me down.
Don't wanna put you in a collar, I’m just trying to holler
The game is about motion right? left, right, mancala?
I’m just trying to take mine, but she's making it way harder.
I’m just saying we playing a game, but at least I’m a starter.
We enjoy each others time, with what little time we got.
But I’m still defending myself like: “I’m not a player, I just fuck a lot.”
So What’s your thought? Oh the, “you just too mad to come see me” trick?
You think we're only chilling, cause you think I only think you’re thick? what?
Right? I can’t believe its so trife, it’s like I’m just trying to date her, not trying to make her my wife.
It’s not that serious, but as soon as I say that, it’s like I’m stuck in a self imposed jail for saying words that I can’t take back.
Like what had happened was...
The reason I didn’t call, like I normally does…I mean do, but wait a second, what does it matter to you? I never said we were dating, these girls are just hating.
Ah hah, see, suddenly, the plot thickens. Girls of this caliber these days are slim pickings, and suddenly appears the ghosts of Charles Dickens. Future, past, and present, and they all got a mission.
Said, “rise up homie, your life stands before you.”
You can have a million fans, and history books adore you,
Or you can have a simple life, with shorty as your wife,
But you’re gambling dawg, fifty percent of girls go trife.
One love, one love, to hold me down.
I got mad exes I ain’t trying to explain.
I got problems with flirting when I already have a dame.
I got mad baggage I ain’t taking on the plane.
I got too many past discretions to run a campaign.
See love’s anonymous, fills us up with hope and obamas us,
Talking Angie Martinez Hot 97 queens of drama’d us.
Makes me vomitus. All this judgmental feedback, caught up in the undertow, hoping that a wave cracks.
And just like that, it’s like I’m supposed to be someone else?
You knew when we got into this I was being myself.
But now she’s got the wrong idea, thinks we’ll be together for years
I never said I was that type, but now I gotta face those tears.
Said, “Girl, I know you heard I put out
But that’s not really what I’m about.”
One love,
Without the drama, without the promising to call ya, without the titles, but the love and not having to meet your mama.
Leave the envy, leave the stress, don’t let it become a mess, let’s leave as something beautiful, cause we shouldn't have to guess.
Cause how you gonna win when you ain’t right within?
Can’t keep hanging out with you if we’re just gonna be friends.
It’s too much, but no offense this has really got to end.
I know I can’t win, cause I’m not right within.
One love, one love, to hold me down.
