This Ain't A Love Song

This Aint a Love Song (Lyrics)

Hook

Beat kinda sweet, you might think that it's a love song

This for the streets, make music to get my thug on

Groove for the cuties to move, I get my rub on

We could make melodies

Beat kinda sweet, you might think that it's a love song

This for the streets, make music to get my thug on

Groove for the cuties to move, I get my rub on

We could make melodies

Verse 1 (ELUS)

So long since I wrote a song

They said, so long, try and write me off

Just got my income tax, I been putting on

When will I come back, they feel I'm falling off

I came from the gutter, I recover like a bowling ball

Room full of people, all alone, not McCauly Call

I made the beat from the P’s like I’m Marley Mal

Competition, see no man, I ain't Pauly Shaw

Ship sell, all aboard

I advise you ride the wave, hope you're surfing for it

I keep my eyes on the prize, I ain't searching for it

Made the rise to the skies from the ocean floor

Hook

Beat kinda sweet, you might think that it's a love song

This for the streets, make music to get my thug on

Groove for the cuties to move, I get my rub on

We could make melodies

Beat kinda sweet, you might think that it's a love song

This for the streets, make music to get my thug on

Groove for the cuties to move, I get my rub on

We could make melodies

Verse 2 (Nola Layne)

Sky's the limit, that's the way I talk

Take the pen to my grave, cause I'll never stop

While I sing from my soul, I won't take it off

Sail away on your own, my current taking off

I'm about to rock the boat

Jump on board and snatch up everything they own

Show you just a little, push you overboard

I'm wit Kindgenius, busting through the door (We busting through the door)

Ship sail, all aboard

I advise you ride the wave, hope you're surfing for it

I keep my eye on the prize, I ain't searching for it

Made the rise to the skies from the ocean floor

Hook

Beat kinda sweet, you might think that it's a love song

This for the streets, make music to get my thug on

Groove for the cuties to move, I get my rub on

We could make melodies

Beat kinda sweet, you might think that it's a love song

This for the streets, make music to get my thug on

Groove for the cuties to move, I get my rub on

We could make melodies