To Be In Love Intro by GhostWridah Lyrics
[Verse 1: GhostWridah]
I'm so in love with what tomorrow brings
No Twitter friends, I'd rather follow dreams
From a city where they really let them hollows sing
And the models cling wherever a bottle's seen
Listen, forever present where the money is
We holler 'freedom' but been shackled for 100 years
Slaves to that dollar sign
And on these beats, I go Fort Hood, Columbine
New record deal, still I ain't gotta sign
When I yell 'Fuck em' that's when they show me the dotted line
Traded in my problems for a Prada sign
And it's true when they say out of sight, out of mind
That's when I'm on they brains like skullies in the winter
And life's been a bitch but I still run up in her
Raw, no rubber on
Swear I'm trying to get my Slum Vil, Little Brother on
Out the box music, you the best, prove it
I get my Street Fighter on, this is all you get
Displaying all smiles when I'm really feeling drained
Cause trying to satisfy a bunch of haters is a strain
But still I maintain, bitch I'm from Dade County
I'm hunting down success as if I was paid bounty
These other rappers playing, we don't share the same vision
They trying to make a movie, I'm trying to make a living
In love with my future, my team is the L.Y.F.E
I pray I last long, we in our last rites
In love with my future, my team is the L.Y.F.E
I pray I last long, we in our last rites
[AG Lyonz]
I'm in love, in love with my future
I'm in love (I'm in love)
So in love (so in love)
Keeps me pushing (keeps me pushing)
And this is my life (keeps me moving)
I'm in love (I'm in love)
So in love (so in love)
Keeps me pushing (keeps me pushing)
And this is my life (keeps me moving)
I'm so in love with what tomorrow brings
No Twitter friends, I'd rather follow dreams
From a city where they really let them hollows sing
And the models cling wherever a bottle's seen
Listen, forever present where the money is
We holler 'freedom' but been shackled for 100 years
Slaves to that dollar sign
And on these beats, I go Fort Hood, Columbine
New record deal, still I ain't gotta sign
When I yell 'Fuck em' that's when they show me the dotted line
Traded in my problems for a Prada sign
And it's true when they say out of sight, out of mind
That's when I'm on they brains like skullies in the winter
And life's been a bitch but I still run up in her
Raw, no rubber on
Swear I'm trying to get my Slum Vil, Little Brother on
Out the box music, you the best, prove it
I get my Street Fighter on, this is all you get
Displaying all smiles when I'm really feeling drained
Cause trying to satisfy a bunch of haters is a strain
But still I maintain, bitch I'm from Dade County
I'm hunting down success as if I was paid bounty
These other rappers playing, we don't share the same vision
They trying to make a movie, I'm trying to make a living
In love with my future, my team is the L.Y.F.E
I pray I last long, we in our last rites
In love with my future, my team is the L.Y.F.E
I pray I last long, we in our last rites
[AG Lyonz]
I'm in love, in love with my future
I'm in love (I'm in love)
So in love (so in love)
Keeps me pushing (keeps me pushing)
And this is my life (keeps me moving)
I'm in love (I'm in love)
So in love (so in love)
Keeps me pushing (keeps me pushing)
And this is my life (keeps me moving)