Isaiah Rashad - Punch Drunk (Love Love) lyrics
[Isaiah Rashad - Punch Drunk Love Love lyrics]
I'm so fuckin' lost, lost, lost, lost
I'm so fuckin' lost, lost, lost, lost
Got me so confused, in love, in love, love
Love i'm just, just
I'm just travelin' on this plane
I'm not sure if I'm sane, plus
Love can't, love can't entertain
I don't know what to do
Welcome to my obsession
My love testin', my drug session
Tell me if, if I put tats on my eyes
Would you recognize the signs
Of all the dyin'?
Is it inkblots or am I really
Cryin' over lies of lives, can we multiply
All the happiness and talkin' saddest shit
Because I'm out of it
Little dealer ran out the powder bitch
They don't know me, PC, and Rick rowdy bitch
I'm only talkin' shit 'til them
Niggas stop doubtin' me
I'm talkin' some of you
Shots sittin' bitch
If you ain't on it then
You niggas ain't on shit
Done with the cursin' for a second
Creepin' like a reverend but I'm hopin' I
Can creep my way to Heaven
I say I'm done with the
Cursin' for a second
I'm hopin' that I creep my way to Heaven
They so confused
Love, love, love, love
I'm so fuckin' lost, lost, lost, lost
Has got me so confused, in
Love, in love, love, love
I'm so fuckin' lost
I don't know what to do
Back to the militant man
He walkin' around with the girl
Heart in his hand his heart on his sleeve
Like a patch would be
With a heart in his hand
He decides to squeeze
Now she can't even breathe
And she all in his clutches
Therefore she can't leave
Soul seepin' through his knuckles
Damn, I saw the boy chuckle
Why he fall in love with the hustle
Love, love, love, love
I'm so fuckin' lost, lost, lost, lost
Has got me so confused, in
Love, in love, love, love
I'm so fuckin' lost
I don't know what to do
But the best part is
Shit I don't know what to do
But the best part is
Shit I don't know what to do
I'm so fuckin' lost, lost, lost, lost
Got me so confused, in love, in love, love
Love i'm just, just
I'm just travelin' on this plane
I'm not sure if I'm sane, plus
Love can't, love can't entertain
I don't know what to do
Welcome to my obsession
My love testin', my drug session
Tell me if, if I put tats on my eyes
Would you recognize the signs
Of all the dyin'?
Is it inkblots or am I really
Cryin' over lies of lives, can we multiply
All the happiness and talkin' saddest shit
Because I'm out of it
Little dealer ran out the powder bitch
They don't know me, PC, and Rick rowdy bitch
I'm only talkin' shit 'til them
Niggas stop doubtin' me
I'm talkin' some of you
Shots sittin' bitch
If you ain't on it then
You niggas ain't on shit
Done with the cursin' for a second
Creepin' like a reverend but I'm hopin' I
Can creep my way to Heaven
I say I'm done with the
Cursin' for a second
I'm hopin' that I creep my way to Heaven
They so confused
Love, love, love, love
I'm so fuckin' lost, lost, lost, lost
Has got me so confused, in
Love, in love, love, love
I'm so fuckin' lost
I don't know what to do
Back to the militant man
He walkin' around with the girl
Heart in his hand his heart on his sleeve
Like a patch would be
With a heart in his hand
He decides to squeeze
Now she can't even breathe
And she all in his clutches
Therefore she can't leave
Soul seepin' through his knuckles
Damn, I saw the boy chuckle
Why he fall in love with the hustle
Love, love, love, love
I'm so fuckin' lost, lost, lost, lost
Has got me so confused, in
Love, in love, love, love
I'm so fuckin' lost
I don't know what to do
But the best part is
Shit I don't know what to do
But the best part is
Shit I don't know what to do