Lyrics Raheem DeVaughn

Raheem DeVaughn

Fuk is Luv?

Radio Raheem Devaughn

Let’s get to it

What the fuck is love?

Is it the need for the addiction?

Or pain of the weak

Some people need prescriptions

So even loosely true

You can see it in the smile

And expression when the tear drop falls

You can hear it in an whisper

And let your ‘90 Ford car

The people you ‘doring could be endearing

Our love can be a bitch so fuck it back

We can even get the last drop sometimes

Or staking it for the best sex we ever had

Some say it’s the one

The one that got away

It’s funny how a four letter word is so complicated

What’s the meaning for the zay?

Something ‘bout it’s beautiful

Tell my life yea

The masses in her island beach

Of it, of it all

The pleasure of the birds and bees

That’s how we procreated

The way we see to what that means

I believe that it’s internal

The courage to walk away

I believe that it’s spiritual

Cause I would’ve bowed our heads and prayed

A metaphor of kinetic energy

The signs will never prove

And it’s true ‘bout what they say

Sometimes you win

Sometimes you lose

And if it’s the color red in shape of a heart

And if it’s all we need

Then we’re all we got

Some say it’s natural

But to do not the words we say

And there’s no world for being rich my love

So touch your food, taste it

Still something ‘bout it’s beautiful

The masses in her island beach

Of it, of it all

The pleasure of the birds and bees

We’d make love to the world you love

The way we see to what that means

Still something ‘bout it’s beautiful

The masses in her island beach

Of it, of it all

The pleasure of the birds and bees

Kissing and touching love

The way we see to what that means

… sex, tomorrow’s regrets

Letting love …

The two of your thing: money and wealth

Came by that but we tried that

And we know the wrong faces

In all the wrong places

For all the wrong reasons

I suppose that just makes us human

Cause we all need something to believe in

Something ‘bout it’s beautiful

The masses in her island beach

The pleasure of the birds and bees

The pleasure of the birds and bees

And making love

The way we see to what that means

What the fuck is love?

Something ‘bout it’s beautiful

But something ‘bout it’s beautiful

The masses in her island beach

The matters of the heart

The pleasure of the birds and bees

Pleasure of making love to someone

The way we see to what that means

Wouldn’t be love

Sometimes I like I’m my own muse

Like what the fuck is love?