Love Synthetic - Rehab

Here’s to the cold night and the bold sunlight of the morning

Where the corners are clear

Where the fear sets in

When the crack bird sings

And everything is so backward

Dreams, once so cherished and nourished

In hopes they would one day flourish

Or gone like a young man’s courage

As time goes on with no consideration

Knows he can rip rounds, says «I'mma get mine»

A pipe dream, paps never encouraged

Too broke, too drunk, too jealous

Let the truth tell it, this boy made him nervous

Young buck down on his tough luck now

Hesitating with an alternate purpose

Can’t quit though, sellin purple, providing a service

Pocket full of money no longer feelin worthless

Got a big shipment, bought some equipment

Spit with a passion, son this is intense

With criminal intent, spoke of the night life in the bright lights

The money, the honeys, the dro, and the white

A buncha other things, that is homeboys life

The cars and the bars

The game and the pain

And what it takes to make a name they say…

Love synthetic

So poetic

Hard to turn around…

Heart’s on fire

Nightlife, Liars

Never coming down…

So he took it to the local radio disk jock

Took a listen, it’s hot so he reached in his pocket

Exposing a big knot, and told him

«I got plenty paper for the prime time spot»

Love Synthetic went straight to the top

On the countown, kids bumped it around town

Gave a copy to his paps like what now

But he laughed like who you supposed to be?

Set it over there, might need a coaster

So, he dipped and hopped in a whip with a tear in his eye

Turned the bass up high, lit a spliff up

Feelin those emotions that make you want to give up

Back to the studio packed full of broads and cats with the sacks

He’s sold on a hard ass track that his man on the porch tapped out

Jumped in the booth and the truth came out

Waitin on a mix, homeboy got a text

Next thing you know he’s headed out west on a jet

So free, different labels could try to out flex each other

With a checkbook, and all the other textbook mess them Hollywood folks do

So, you feel that the next big thing, big necklace, big rings, big dreams

Love synthetic

So poetic

Hard to turn around…

Heart’s on fire

Nightlife, Liars

Never coming down…

So they wined him and dined him and picked his mind

Told him he was one of a kind and he signed on the line

Over wine that they dined in the fine restaraunt of the 5 star kind

Next thing you know shacked up with this guy part time

Opened up for a big name, macked for a time

Then the big fame came and the kid headlined

Took him to places the past would never find

But the spotlight shined so bright, it would blind your judgement

Next thing came the booze and the lines

Missed a lot of gigs, paid some big fines

Trying to see how high he could climb

Dropped a second single, it flopped

Then album sales took a big nose dive

Couldn’t get the people at the label on the line

The whole world stopped and crashed to the ground

In a cheap motel with nobody around

All alone, got a phone call from his hometown

They said that his paps was found in the house

Dead with a bottle of gin by the bed

So he jumped in the ride and cried as he drove

Drinkin on a fifth, didn’t know where to go

Lit a cigarette, turned on the radio

And the song that was playin on the stereo goes…

Love synthetic

So poetic

Hard to turn around…

Heart’s on fire

Nightlife, Liars

Never coming down…