Love Synthetic
[Verse 1: Danny Boone]
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...
[Hook: Boone]
Love synthetic
So poetic
Hard to turn around...
Heart's on fire
Nightlife, Liars
Never coming down...
[Verse 2]
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 three 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
[Hook: Boone]
Love synthetic
So poetic
Hard to turn around...
Heart's on fire
Nightlife, Liars
Never coming down...
[Verse 3]
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....
[Hook: Boone]
Love synthetic
So poetic
Hard to turn around...
Heart's on fire
Nightlife, Liars
Never coming down...
