The Heart Wants - D/Will, Stik Figa

Yea, Seventy-Eight point Five radio

With the boy, this the quiet storm

D/Will with me

We wanna ask our listeners one question

Is it love?

Is it love?

Or the idea of being in love

And when it’s tough

And when it’s tough

Is that same love even enough

Where the love?

What’s love?

Cause I really don’t see it as much

I got love, I got love, I’m just hoping that that’s reason enough

I’m saying, can we pick up where we left off?

That part where you taking your dress off?

Running from the D girl you bet not

Morning came couldn’t rest in the wet spot

I thought it started of innocuous

She was low key ain’t looking for an audience

But still, she had a quiet confidence

I offered her a shot of Henn

She probably thinking «Not Again»

By the nights end it’s «OHHH Boy you ought to quit»

We touching on topics like God and politics

She bought a Prius wishes that she got a Benz

Heading out the back but forgetting that she brought her friend

Started off hot, on love seats and ottomans

Now it’s gone cold on the couch, what the problem is?

On again off again, home is where the drama is

Trying to be honest with these memories and monuments

So now there’s knots in my stomach must be something I ate

Not what’s between your legs babe but what’s on my plate

I’m sorry, not sorry, I’m not one for the chase

Another pointless exercise got me running in place

Happens to the best of us, happens to worst of us

Broad daylight with a Mag light on search for love

Fall on deaf ears, some say they’ve heard enough

And this for last call, when you done turning up

Communication be the root of a lot of it

Signals get mixed, getting crossed and can’t comprehend

Drifting apart, it wasn’t ever obvious

So now you stepping out forgetting the consequence

Broken promises making the love posthumous

With betrayl in the air and she caught a whiff

Needed proof at the clinic with the documents

Got burned and the test read positive

This for the ladies that know that they deserve better

Want a confidant, a lover and protector

To a cold heavy heart where these words tethered

Asked for more effort, but got Chanel leather

That ain’t love

Where the love at?

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