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Taking A Chance On Love (Lyrics)
Written by V. Duke, L. LaTouche, T. Fetter
Performed live by Linda Purl

I thought love's game was over
Lady luck

Any where I am better than the best guy
In the world I am probably in the best 5
When it’s rented we gone count it as a test drive
Got custom gold

5, I suit up and clap quick
Mark 6, I lap and sprint on tracklist

(Verse 1)

Let's Mark Check, sketch a breeze like Bahama
I brought you Notes

And you should not interrupt, I don't need your opinion
Didn't have much to start off, worked with what I was given
Got this far by working hard, work a bit

the tell I need cake rendezvous same state
C.O.D. all day and they layered me up
Now I got it for the L oh
Twenty-two for the elbow
Meet a nigga at the spot

else can compare
I know now I'm not alone in this
I found someone to cure the loneliness
She told me that she L.O.V.E me
She told me baby you the only

paper
Money over bitches you know what the motto be
Still got no problem watching them in they lingerie
Lace panties with them french manis
She put

immortalized
Mm
Immortalized if I ever died
Shoot the five, they should suicide if they scrutinize
8 ball in the right corner, it’s over
I guess I needed

Sittin' in the shade with a half empty bottle
My head thumpin' good like and ole V8 engine
Tickin' over and I don't feel much like openin'

niggaz bounce back

You better bounce back by yourself 
Or I'm a make you bounce back
get the fuck from round here nigga 
Or I'm a uppercut you nigga
I H4L

roll a l-plater that'll smack you off your feet
Some satanic shit, bending over backwards while I eat it 
And the neighbours called the jacks cause we be

Helped me in the present, but the future was felony
I like to complain, why do you listen to me? This isn't L.C.O.M.B.
I'm just a bitch who can't get over

Where will I go? U.C.L.A or U.S.C?
U.C Irvine or Stanford or Harvard?
What will I do? Where will I go?
All alone by myself but then I realized...
 
Going

like the lady
I can't help being touched by her folly
I'm treading water, taking the money
Watching her sun set... Well, I'm a writer!

L.A.'s changed

that I gotta gotta good thing
And yo, my baby, she be callin' me her hood thing
Let's keep the home fire burnin', others they be learnin
How this l-o-v

Imma speedy driver swerving lanes last whip I crashed it
That's a minor L got my bread up new whip just landed
I'm silent man
They talk loads that's

Im blind by the light, im high as a kite
55 kilos is still kinda light
And 5ft 7 is no kind oh height
As long as im driven, ill maki it through

fucking up my scale 
I was fucking with the scale 
While I'm working 9 to 5 
Young nigga on his job 
Tryna get it how he live 
Living out my dreams 
Had

to come through with that new new
Did it not occur to you what you are secreting is straight up doo doo
L.O.V.E. is my slogan that's lyrics over virtually

that cake
Took a L wit Lisa
Since then I ain't made no mistakes
I count it twice to be safe
I keep an eye on the snakes
Jealousy is just the start
But

call me the Goat
All these numbers finna grow
You finna call me the pro

You know it's over when we making hits
We already started making it
V X L got

it wit Meg
420 my J holiday smoke a good spliff til it put me to bed
I keep me like 4,5 blunts ready cuz niggas gon pull up with reg
And think they

Like April skies 
Baby blue eyes like Novocain 
"Killing me Softly" was her favorite jam 
That's how it began 
In lowercase letters 
L-o-v-e 

Now I

the money just look at my history 
That shit repeating itself 
I put the L under belt but it so many wins like I'm handin em out 
I'm talkin shit like it's