Find Love

I Find Love
By Jana Barros

(My real name's Ana)
Stealing jewels, Sweetheart
Speaking things that I heard

And we're at it again
Where were those words from before?
I'm looking at you the last time
Living life in the fast lane
Will not look no more, no sugar

You're just lost in the crowd
But without you I hear every sound
I have searched enough
Watch while I find love

Chorus
Stop watching me while I find love
Stop watching me while I find love
Stop watching me while I find love
Stop watching me while I find love

Verse 1:
Music's like the drug I can't get
She's this nausea that won't quit
I have had enough of it
I'm taking over my own shit
Just the thought of you makes me sick
I don't get to pick
I take every lick
I'm new to the bull-pit
But I'm wrestling steers like strategic
I am often repeated
Base heads trying new rhetoric
Plebes albeit prepubescent
Make them take my digits
Number one in Massachusetts
I solicit my onomonopoetics
Like crack in the twisted bullshit
Bitch won't pull for corporate
How am I supposed to get lucid?
I'm juicing, squirting fluids
But she's using flirting duets
Getting off to my disk set
I wish she had my analgesic
But she my amnesiac
Forget too quick the culprits

Chorus
Stop stop stop
Stop watching

Verse 2:
Stunting Purr by Katy P
Rest assured I came to beef
Squash haters who are too pussy
To stand up to me
It's alrighty, tonight I'm burning brightly
Can take their shit but I pay rent
Think you got my cash-flow? You got my two cents
I'm stacking dough like money I print
I'm higher than the Goodyear blimp
Star by night and day by pimp
All these tricks blow in my trade winds
But when I take flight
You can see up my skirt because of the height
I'm above you, sue me
I'll take your lawsuits and screw it to my shoe
Use it like a wing and sing some more
All because I'm huffing the chap stick whore

Chorus
Stop stop stop
Stop watching

Verse 3:
When you come I fight
My windpipe's my knife
My lifespan is right
Even if you take my shit, I'm aight
Still got more soul than your wife
And she collects Louis Vitton
Old? You're getting on
My flow stops you both cold
Flow like yours shouldn't be sold
Man, Monday through Sunday
I'm gonna get in your way

I'm ok if it ends with an I
So long as you spell it our cus I'm f.l.y
High if I smoke that grass
Hi, can I smoke your last
She's got that big old ass?
Or you probably knew that, pass...