Some love just aint real love. Some things just should never be done..
Check out That Aint Love from the archives of Gothic Rap..
That Aint Love
Verse 1
Girl,
Why you even trying;
Its hard to love myself, stop your lien;
What you really after? A daddy for your bastard?
Scouting for a player like an NBA drafter;
I’m looking to get laid;
You looking to get paid;
Scaren Davey wit a baby, hopen maybe Davey stay;
But that’ll happen never,
sorry no way;
I seen the outcome of a family, liven minimum wage;
The only time, you’ve ever seen me, get a new trade;
Is when the plug, got a double up, flip of the yay;
See my flow is the dealers type;
You could never deal wit like;
Me getting arrested, anytime that you sleep at night;
I’m not the creepin type, I can treat ya right;
But don’t say love, cus loven me, aint an easy fight;
Never use love, as a way to keep a man;
When you just collecting us and every flavor that you can;
Verse 2
Chill ma, that aint right;
I see the way that you liven, and that aint life;
You like to ransom your children, and that aint nice;
If you don’t collect his check, than daddy’s trife;
But think what you teachin;
Every time you keep in;
The kids away from daddy, just because they dad aint eating;
Money over love, Lessons how to scam;
How to pimp out your ovaries and sell out your fam;
Nah ma, that aint real;
You need you a sucka, for a lover and that aint kill;
I mean That’s just a kid lady, that aint cuffs;
If she traps you with a baby, than that aint love;
You trappin wit babies, He’s trappin wit drugs;
A recipe for failure, all it takes is a bust;
Try to think about the kid, how its life’s gonna suck;
Reproductions just an option, its never a must;
That should of taught you a lesson, that dude that ran;
He aint ready for a baby, he’s barley a man;
No patience for the future, he’s liven hand to hand;
He’s stickin to his service, cus he hates your family plan;
Well there he goes, another one slide;
But you still liven selfish, still wanting the kid;
But the kid aint ask for that;
All that aftermath;
Of you, thinking love, is a game, where you ask for cash;
Verse 3
That aint cool;
She still liven off of death, but that aint new;
500 for an abortion? aint that foul?
I mean, aint planned parent hood, handin them out;
I don’t mean to be rude, but you buggin;
Usen a kid for a come up, aint hard, it aint nothin;
And no, them feelings that you show, they aint loven;
You just tryin to turn a lil nuttin into something;
Aint that sad; That baby got it bad;
Born to a mother, who goes crazy on the dad;
Born to a father who never wanted that;
But got backed into a corner, now resents the kid he has;
And the part that’s really sad, you portray it like it love;
But you taint the definition, you betray the meaning of;
When consumption is miss used, the truth is leading up;
We gonna see how much she loved you, when them lawyers meeting up;
