Raheem DeVaughn - Fuk is Luv? lyrics

Radio Raheem Devaughn Let's get to it What the f** is love? Is it the need for the addiction? Or pain of the weak Some people need prescriptions So even loosely true You can see it in the smile And expression when the tear drop falls You can hear it in an whisper And let your '90 Ford car The people you 'doring could be endearing Our love can be a b**h so f** it back We can even get the last drop sometimes Or staking it for the best s** we ever had Some say it's the one The one that got away It's funny how a four letter word is so complicated What's the meaning for the zay? Something 'bout it's beautiful Tell my life yea The ma**es in her island beach Of it, of it all The pleasure of the birds and bees That's how we procreated The way we see to what that means I believe that it's internal The courage to walk away I believe that it's spiritual Cause I would've bowed our heads and prayed A metaphor of kinetic energy The signs will never prove And it's true 'bout what they say Sometimes you win Sometimes you lose And if it's the color red in shape of a heart And if it's all we need Then we're all we got Some say it's natural But to do not the words we say And there's no world for being rich my love So touch your food, taste it Still something 'bout it's beautiful The ma**es in her island beach Of it, of it all The pleasure of the birds and bees We'd make love to the world you love The way we see to what that means Still something 'bout it's beautiful The ma**es in her island beach Of it, of it all The pleasure of the birds and bees Kissing and touching love The way we see to what that means [?] s**, tomorrow's regrets Letting love [?] The two of your thing: money and wealth Came by that but we tried that And we know the wrong faces In all the wrong places For all the wrong reasons I suppose that just makes us human Cause we all need something to believe in Something 'bout it's beautiful The ma**es in her island beach The pleasure of the birds and bees The pleasure of the birds and bees And making love The way we see to what that means What the f** is love? Something 'bout it's beautiful But something 'bout it's beautiful The ma**es in her island beach The matters of the heart The pleasure of the birds and bees Pleasure of making love to someone The way we see to what that means Wouldn't be love Sometimes I like I'm my own muse Like what the f** is love?