ELZhi - Choose lyrics

Yo man what's up with this word "love"?
II don't get it, I mean
Okay, a brother could say he love his car
Ya know? He say he love hitting the pussy
He could also say he love earning cash
Flow you know what I'm saying?
What's wrong about that ya know?
It's a comparison of saying you
Love your fam you
Know youyou love your girl you love life
I don't know lemme know
Man cause shit is like a
Puzzle but ah word up

So tell what me what is pure love
Me and poetry, got something going on
My woman wonders why she don't see me
Am I cheating because I love
Critiquing this art form?
Me caressing the pen within
Makes my heart warm speaking of heart
Cash's raft in her heart and is it love?
Must be for me, man
Cause my girl strays further apart
It's breaking her heart
My heart's broken, too
But, I'll be more hurt if you called me wack
I would take it to heart
My relationship with my penmanship
Has grown thicker
It's been with me since I was young
Now I'm a grown nigga
So tell what is really love?
My woman gives me love
I love to hit the booty
And she love to give it to me
Plus she love dick
And she love kicks in the size six
I love the way she look, pretty eyes, thick
Arousing my private-
Parts, licking my parts in private
I love to hear her moan
A sweet tone with froze eyelids
Of course I love sex
Do I think she my soul mate? I don't know
Cause, I put my heart and
Soul within this whole tape i present it
Somebody told me love is not a limit
I guess it's true to say you love me
And the freshest shoe in the same sentence
Bothers me
Cause one probably weighs out the other
And if I'm equal to a gym shoe
She stepping on my soul
Cause through my 20 years of living
I done been through many notebooks
And though many women
But, it's only one I can open to
See the truth that lies within 'em
Or whatever lies within 'em
I can honestly say I feel 'em

So, if I had to choose between her and it
I'd have to choose
My woman wants me to choose
Between her and rapping
But, I think about it just as
Much as the words are rapping
See how they rhyme!

Besides my woman bugging and me wishing
I had lots of loving
Keep the mic hot like pasta oven
She got assumptions that I'm cheating
And claim I don't spend time with her
She says I'd rather bust a rhyme in her
Crown of a mic
My ex babes are like wack rappers
Sounding alike
Both hate the fact that I'm emceeing
The studio I be in
While I'm trapped between the lines like
Riding with Drivers Ed teaching
She tryna throw me out them same lines
Like I'm a drunk Speed Demon
These evenings, I come home late
I'll be thinking about calling her but
I hate thinking her phone late
Next day she illing
Like "was your thinking cap on straight!?!"
I can't take this
But, I'mma take this gift and
Make this my career where my support at?
I threw my heart into rapping, she tore that
Baby, what happened to trusting her?
Things you said before that?
Thinking my lyrics are lady
And poetry means pussy
And when I say "hit the tracks, "
She think it's some broad with tracks
Shocked and appalled by that


C'mon!