The New Cupid - BJ The Chicago Kid, Kendrick Lamar

Alright y’all

I want y’all to put your hands together

And to bring on the brothers that bound to lay more dips in your hips

More glide in your stride

Chi city in the building

And Mr. Southside

And if you don’t think it’s next you got the wrong damn address

Fuck your love, motherfuck your love

That’s what Sir John say

You can laugh all you want but he’s right as hell

Cupid’s ain’t around these days

I’ve heard many stories about how he made people all around the world fall in

love

Well I got a call just the other day

Telling me where Cupid was

Cupid’s too busy in the club

At the bar

Rolling up

And if you see him, let him know

Love is gone

I know, I’m sure

Boys and girls

Love ain’t dead

Stupid I’m the the new Cupid

Throw your hands in the sky

Cause love’s goodbye

I said, Love ain’t dead

Stupid I’m the the new Cupid

Throw your hands in the sky

Cause love’s goodbye

The responsibility lies on me

Since Cupid ain’t around

And when y’all really feeling like you’re falling in love

When my music put’s you right on down

And everybody (I see)

And I know (I know)

Some people really think they in love

But now without a love song

Something’s gone way wrong

Cupid’s too busy in the club

At the bar

Rolling up

And if you see him, let him know

Love is gone

I know I’m sure

Boys and girls

Love ain’t dead

Stupid I’m the the new Cupid

Throw your hands in the sky

Cause love’s goodbye

I said, Love ain’t dead

Stupid I’m the the new Cupid

Throw your hands in the sky

Cause love’s goodbye

Love ain’t dead

As I play out the Commodores, my faith destroyed

My heart don’t work, I’m unemployed

The feeling is void, don’t know what I need

Some pussy, some paper, some counseling

Maybe some Henny, some weed

I’m looking for you, I’m checking for her

I’m parking lot pimpin', I’m honking at women, I’m all on the curb

Skrt, skrt, skrt, pump my brake, pump my brake

Mini skirt, skirt, skirt, don’t walk away, walk away

I’m fishing for compliments

This is a fairy tale, I know you very well

Fuck all your promises, I know what time it is

I’m just a realist, I am the realest

Reality is fatality cursed on the future for family, wife and some kids

I’m looking for you, I’m checking for her

I’m parking lot pimpin', I’m honking at women, I’m all on the curb

Skrt, skrt, skrt, pump your brake, pump your brake

Mini skirt, skirt, skirt, don’t walk away, walk away

Cupid’s too busy in the club

At the bar

Rolling up

And if you see him, let him know

Love is gone

I know I’m sure

Boys in the club

And if you see him, let him know

Love is gone

I know I’m sure

Boys and girls

Might sound weird

But a great night, you in a real relationship, you understand what I’m saying

A great night with somebody you love, is difficult

Somebody you like is always good

Like is wonderful

You come home with some juice, with the woman you like:

«Can I have some juice?»

«Gimme that juice, pour juice all over me»

Pour that juice all over that sexy body"

Let you be together three years and shit

«Can I have some juice?»

Bitch, why you want my juice?

You know I’m dehydrated

I try to come home and shit

Tryin' to get some juice you want my juice…