Accent - Love | Hate lyrics

It’s angelic the way that my hands tell it
But damned hellish because I
Never could plan swellness
Expand wealthage and then demand helpings
Or in a jam healthless that
Limit's a man’s belches
Give me a hand helpers
Envision a grand cellar
Built off the mad endeavors of
Villains and scam sellers
In minutes a clan enters with
Millions of band members
To physically deliver their fists
To the crammed felons
This si for the you gotta
Shimmy to dance elders
And the sand dwellers who take for
Granted their lack of wrinkles
The natural singers that have a nack
For the raps they brings us
And the average inkers rather that
Chat with imagined English
Dramatic acts at centers that
Craft over snapping fingers
And the braggart spitter cats that
Attract us with catchy rhythms
Exact precision accent delivers
To active listeners
Or detached from them he scats to
The genders with lavish whispers
I have to get her, happily together
Lasting forever
Matter ‘ fact forget her actually so never
I’d rather dead her