Blue Scholars

Blue Scholars - Still Got Love

rate me

Is it love, that I feel?

What I'm feeling inside

Uh, Yea

It's a love song, for everybody

Everybody man, everybody

Me, Sabzi, your mom, your mom's mom

Everybody

Nobody in particular, everybody in general

If we need to be specific, you can get at me

I'll get at you, whatever's good, ya know

Yo, I don't really got no rhymes y'all I got a couple of problems

And the reason that I'm telling y'all is that I'm looking to solve them

And furthermore, you heard it before, you probably got them

So now it's time for us to settle the score and air the laundry

But not before I preface this song

And say I still got love for you

It's been a minute since we talked

And I heard it through the bamboo

Telegraph the half-truths of cash rules

Then please consider the payment past due

In fact you smear appearance to your mutual friends

Will make you wonder why some daps and hugs would start to turn limp

Did you volunteer your secrets?

Did you snitch out your people

To get cool with some fools that we used to have some beef with?

And he said that she said that they went and did somebody dirty

And you heard it and now you're no longer friends

I don't operate on that sort of level

I'm face to face

No fake Kobe Bryant and Shaquille O'Neal types of handshakes

Got a problem with me? Try diplomacy

Instead of side talk on sidewalks

And pretending that you don't notice me

Or telling people that you're worried about me

And saying nothing when you see a brother walkin' around

To nobody in particular and everybody in general

Don't take this either personal, emotional or literal

'Cause if we both about similar sets of principals

Then check me and I'll check you, like we're supposed to do

Everybody get hurt, everybody cries

Everybody falls down, not everybody rise

Not everybody talks, but everybody lies

Not everybody lives, but everybody dies

You might have owed me cash

Or put my shit on blast

And talk behind my back

But I still got love

You never held me close

When I needed it most

How can I call you my folks

When you ain't got no love?

You might have owed me cash

Or put my shit on blast

Or talk behind my back

And I still got love

You never held me close

When I needed it most

How can I call you my folks

When you ain't got no love?

And I still got no rhymes y'all, got a couple of problems

And the reason that I'm telling y'all, is that I'm looking to solve them

And furthermore, you heard it before, you probably got them

And now it's time for us to settle the score and air the laundry

But not before I finish this song

And say I still got love for the Barkada

Y'all the reason that I still rock

We separated through geographic locations

And we steadily walked along

You taught me loyalty and patience

And I never meant to flake

It's just my calendar's stacked now

'93 until infinity, let's take it back now

From car trips around the South of the sound

From B-town to downtown

And back clownin' out loud

Out at 15, keep it in tact and never fractured

Sometimes I wish that I can travel back so I can capture

The laughter, the waterfront, the ball courts, the tracks

Tiltin' Carlo Rossi back in the summer of 2000

Kicked it in the North before I bounced to the South and

Holdin' down the Heist every night was like a Saturday

And now when, I see you in the crowd

I get reminded how we came about the shadows of this military town

And for those still there, I hold your names close

And though I'm never in the church no more, I hold you in my prayers

And I only hope our paths will cross each other more often

Without you first believing in me, I'd still be lost 'cause

Everybody get hurt, everybody cries

Everybody falls down, and not everybody rise

Not everybody talks, but everybody lies

Not everybody lives, but everybody dies

You might have owed me cash

Or put my shit on blast

Or talked behind my back

But I still got love

You never held me close

When I needed it most

How can I call you my folks

When you ain't got no love?

You might have owed me cash

Or put my shit on blast

Or talked behind my back

And I still got love

You never held me close

When I needed it most

How can I call you my folks

When you ain't got no love?

... Nice here for hours

Talk all types of shit?

I mean like, let's talk about these nigga's shoes

Niggas be hatin' 'cause I be havin I'll tight shoes

And they buy the exact same pair of Nikes

Like, naw, I'm sayin', know what I mean? sayin', I'm sayin'

Fools, say that they still make notes right?

Cats be actin' like they know me better than I know myself

Based off of some Nike too low shit, know what I'm sayin'?

5 or 6 years ago I come back and nigga's was tellin' me

"Oh I know who he is." And ain't tryin' to let me be me

You know, I'm tryin' to branch out and make the music I wanna make

And like niggas wanted me to fuckin'

You know what I'm sayin'?

Like what is this?

I gotta have a Jheri Curl and shit

You know what I'm sayin'?

Talkin' about eatin' babies

They want me to be like the Seattle Brother Ling

I'm tryin' to be Q-Tip

And they're like, "Nah, Nah, Nah"

It's cool, I still got love for you though baby

It's all good

It's all good

You know that blue shit

Bleh!

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