The New Cupid

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Alright y'all
I want y'all to put your hands together
And to bring on the brothers that bound to lay more dips in your hips
More glide in your stride
Chi city in the building
And Mr. Southside
I know they mention you got the wrong damn address

Fuck your love, mother fuck your love
That's what Sir John say
Can laugh all you want but he's right as hell
Cupid's ain't around these days
I've heard many stories about how we made people all around the world fall in love
Well I got a call just the other day
Telling me where Cupid was

Cupid's too busy in the club
At the bar
Rolling up
And if you see him, let him know
Love is gone
I know I'm sure
Boys in the club

Love ain't me
Scoop it on the new Cupid
Throw your hands in the sky
Cause love's goodbye
I said, love ain't me
Scoop it on the new Cupid
Throw your hands in the sky
Cause love's goodbye

The responsibility, lies on me
Since Cupid ain't around
When y'all really feeling like you're falling in love
With my music, push you right on down
And everybody (I see)
And I know (I know)
Some people really think they in love
But now without a love song
Something's gone way wrong

Cupid's too busy in the club
At the bar
Rolling up
And if you see him, let him know
Love is gone
I know I'm sure
Boys in the club

Love ain't me
Scoop it on the new Cupid
Throw your hands in the sky
Cause love's goodbye
I said, love ain't me
Scoop it on the new Cupid
Throw your hands in the sky
Cause love's goodbye
Love ain't me
Scoop it on the new Cupid
Throw your hands in the sky
Cause love's goodbye
I said, love ain't me
Scoop it on the new Cupid
Throw your hands in the sky
Cause love's goodbye

As I
Play out the commodores
My faith destroyed
My heart don't work
I'm unemployed
The feeling is void
Don't know what I need
Some pussy, some paper
Some counseling, maybe some Henny, some weed
I'm looking for you
I'm checking for her
I'm parking lot pimpin'
I'm honking at women
I'm all on the curb
Skrt, skrt, skrt
Pump my brake
Pump my brake
Mini skirt, skirt, skirt
Don't walk away
Walk away
I'm fishing for compliments
This is a fairy tale
I know you very well, fuck all your promises
I know what time it is
I'm just a realist
I am the realest
Reality is
Fidelity curse on the future for family, wife and some kids
I'm looking for you
I'm checking for her
I'm parking lot pimpin'
I'm honking at women
I'm all on the curb
Skrt, skrt, skrt
Pump your brake
Pump your brake
Mini skirt, skirt, skirt
Don't walk away
Walk away

Cupid's too busy in the club
At the bar
Rolling up
And if you see him, let him know
Love is gone
I know I'm sure
Boys and girls

Might sound weird
But a great night, you in a real relationship, if you understand what I'm saying
A great night with somebody you love, is difficult
Somebody you like is always good
Like is wonderful
You come home with some juice, with the women you like:
"Can I have some juice?"
"Ye we had juice, pour juice all over me"
Pour some juice all over that sexy body"
Let you be together three years and shit
"Can I have some juice?"
Bitch, why you want my juice?
You know I'm dehydrated
I try to come home and shit...