LTtheMonk
LTtheMonk
LTtheMonk
LTtheMonk
LTtheMonk
LTtheMonk
LTtheMonk
LTtheMonk
LTtheMonk
LTtheMonk
LTtheMonk
LTtheMonk
LTtheMonk
LTtheMonk
LTtheMonk
On this ‘Monk in London’ album closer, LT spits an a capella verse to get out the rest of his thoughts which he hadn’t fully explored on the album, such as searching for a woman that’ll love him, and hoping that he’ll find fans that’ll love him too.
[Verse]
It's LTtheMillenialBaby
A perennial baby
I'll grow up after my bicentennial baby
Pressure up but I ain't had a medical lately
So I don't know if it's blood, lungs or stomaching the crazy
Idea that my ideas will get me
Idolized like I idealize
Hopeless romantic when I'm in between them thighs
At least when I tell it I can romanticize
Never lies just poetic licence
Maybe I'm enticing
Maybe they'll demand my supply for more than one night
And maybe that's why I'm uber-Capitalist
'Cause they shedding the light on
How to keep them coming
'Cause keeping them coming is the main goal
But I think love goes in the same goal
I'll stick with kicking it
Until a lady that ain't indifferent
Make a mission to make Monk into an honest nigga
On this trigger is a polished finger
That be lining up the target
One shot in the market
Disregarding how a brother been regarded
'Cause I don't need a diss to make me go retarded
Break up the words like rocks with credit cards
To give you the smooth feeling
When lyrics get to passing
Through to your brain
And when you're through with the brain
Look me deep in the eyes and answer what I'm asking...
Do you love me?