Texty: Shad. Out of Love, Pt. 2.
Out of Love, Pt. 2, yo. This is how it go.
This is how it goes, OK. Do a little recap, OK.
So I wrote this song once, "Out of Love", about a scrub
In a crowded club or lounge surrounded by these hounds and thugs
And he goes home and he pouts because
Well first of all, his ears hurt from shoutin' stuff
Trying to flirt when the sound is up
So he already feels down and plus
He just got clowned and stuck out so many times
That now he's out of touch
Well as the story goes, that boy never found his luck
Sleeps in his folks' house
On the couch or just around the rug
Legs spread starfish-style
Mouth is up, singing, "Look out the window," and blah blah, loud as what
You know, childish stuff
The things you do when you're lonely
But homies gotta be all proud and such
Like, "We don't love them hos"
That's what they all say
Still I seen many fall prey to a doll face
They sayin' I ain't all straight
'Cause dimes recognize me now in the hallway
And flash a smile, I pass 'em quick with a small wave
Basically punk 'em so my boys get mad
And punch me in the junk 'til my balls ache
Yo, just like this though.
Y'know, not everybody's feeling me on that tip, y'know?
A lot of my boys be like:
Guess Shad's back on that emo tip,
Oh good.
The scarf and the tight jeans complete the whole look
Why don't you go cook some vegan food and rent The Notebook
We all need a good cry, Shad, you so should!
Then maybe you'll feel better and won't put together
Another lame long love song with no hook!
Go sniff a rose bush and learn how to rap again
I thought you got your flow back, what happened man
You had that super difficult, seven syllables at the minimal
Atypical schemes and you packed 'em in
Now you slack and when you rappin', you have to grin
'Cause you know that them rhymes is as wack as sin
And not half as dope as you had 'em then
Shad dude, when was the last time you grabbed a pen
And worked your brains out, spat flames out, you tame now
Sort of got this half-way lame style
And this is sort of an aside, but you've gained pounds
Spending all day laid out on that same couch!
Whatever happened to, "I want a Clair Huxtable"
And, "The only rap videos I make are instructional"
I think you got a little bit too comfortable
And you still out of love, so what you gonna do?
This is how it goes, OK. Do a little recap, OK.
So I wrote this song once, "Out of Love", about a scrub
In a crowded club or lounge surrounded by these hounds and thugs
And he goes home and he pouts because
Well first of all, his ears hurt from shoutin' stuff
Trying to flirt when the sound is up
So he already feels down and plus
He just got clowned and stuck out so many times
That now he's out of touch
Well as the story goes, that boy never found his luck
Sleeps in his folks' house
On the couch or just around the rug
Legs spread starfish-style
Mouth is up, singing, "Look out the window," and blah blah, loud as what
You know, childish stuff
The things you do when you're lonely
But homies gotta be all proud and such
Like, "We don't love them hos"
That's what they all say
Still I seen many fall prey to a doll face
They sayin' I ain't all straight
'Cause dimes recognize me now in the hallway
And flash a smile, I pass 'em quick with a small wave
Basically punk 'em so my boys get mad
And punch me in the junk 'til my balls ache
Yo, just like this though.
Y'know, not everybody's feeling me on that tip, y'know?
A lot of my boys be like:
Guess Shad's back on that emo tip,
Oh good.
The scarf and the tight jeans complete the whole look
Why don't you go cook some vegan food and rent The Notebook
We all need a good cry, Shad, you so should!
Then maybe you'll feel better and won't put together
Another lame long love song with no hook!
Go sniff a rose bush and learn how to rap again
I thought you got your flow back, what happened man
You had that super difficult, seven syllables at the minimal
Atypical schemes and you packed 'em in
Now you slack and when you rappin', you have to grin
'Cause you know that them rhymes is as wack as sin
And not half as dope as you had 'em then
Shad dude, when was the last time you grabbed a pen
And worked your brains out, spat flames out, you tame now
Sort of got this half-way lame style
And this is sort of an aside, but you've gained pounds
Spending all day laid out on that same couch!
Whatever happened to, "I want a Clair Huxtable"
And, "The only rap videos I make are instructional"
I think you got a little bit too comfortable
And you still out of love, so what you gonna do?