This Superstitious Relationship
I can’t understand why, but I love you
You show me signs on every corner
But still I adore
My relationship at this point, has fallen out the door
It’s this unconditional satisfaction you bring me with joy
I wanna understand more
Should I call you sweetheart or my sweet mistress?
I love the high yellowish streaks with the touch of black
You should be concrete the way you got me going so hard
My girlfriend and family don’t want to understand
My reasons of being with you
So they pray for me
Like a junkie for some crack, I find myself going back
Unable to live without you
Is it the way the lights glow on us?
You got me hypnotized
But should I desire your presence?
And lose my girlfriend and family
I find myself superstitious in love
So deeply in love
The fame equals pain
The name equals hate
The life equals death
Are we blind to the facts?
She sees us ball
She sees us fall
You can call her “The Streets”
Our down fall
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