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THUG LOVE POEMS

Somebody took my rhymes
And gave them to the weatherman
He didn't know how to use his notebook
So they brought him some new headgear to wear
Lying down on the curb in front of his dentist's office

Winter is coming
And after that some more winter
You're going to need something warm around you
When I touch your calf with my cold foot

I don't want to get angry with you again
Don't put my beats back on the rack
Or send my suits to the cleaners again
I've got to check them first, I've got routines and rules
Rituals and methods, I'm not OCD I'm scientific

They say love is a big word so what I'm all about big
You say I said it to so many women I'm all about pig
You know before you I said love wasn't happening
And now you know I see the love you keep