B.o.B - Not Love lyrics

Well early in the morning when
The sun comes up (what's up?)
Kenny's on the corner selling meth to Chuck
(uh huh)
Now Chuck's headed back to Los Angeles
Everything's not, everything's not love
Well early in the morning when
The sun comes up (what's up?)
Kenny's on the corner selling meth to Chuck
(uh huh)
Now Chuck's headed back to Los Angeles
Everything's not, everything's not love

Well every single morning down by them tracks
(uh huh) there dude was a dude named Kenny
Who was selling them sacks (got that work)
Client after client
They would come right back
He'd give em the stuff and
They'd give him the cash (yes)
Now Kenny's on his hustle, yeah
He's on his grind (uh huh)
Money's on his mind strictly all of the time
(get money)
But there was one customer who'd come to buy
He was looking for ice, not nicks, not dimes
(okay)
He ain't know his name so he called him Chuck
(Chuck)
And he was in a Benz when he pulled up
He wasn't from the hood, he's just passing by
Black shoes, black car, black shirt
Black tie
So Chuck pulled off and the po pulled up
Wasn't no back door so Kenny was stuck
And now he's in the precinct sitting in cuffs
Just waiting for the trial date

Well early in the morning when
The sun comes up (what's up?)
Kenny's on the corner selling meth to Chuck
(uh huh)
Now Chuck's headed back to Los Angeles
Everything's not, everything's not love
Well early in the morning when
The sun comes up (what's up?)
Kenny's on the corner selling meth to Chuck
(uh huh)
Now Chuck's headed back to Los Angeles
Everything's not, everything's not love

Well in the city of LA around Beverly Hills
On top of the mountain
There's a beautiful crib
A man and his wife and his family lives
He get a decent salary, he paying the bills
But everything ain't just what it seems
Outside looking in it's the American dream
Behind closed doors, he's really a fiend
Addicted to meth and he snorts OC
So one day he pulls up to work
Hops out this car and fixes his shirt
He walks in and the whole court just rises
(rise)
The Honorable Chuck Blumstein presiding
(be seated)
Oh, and what a pleasant surprise (huh?)
Kenny sit's there right in front of his eyes
(ain't that Chuck?) but he don't hesitate
Looks him right in his face
And with three hit's of his gavel
He seals his fate