Anarchy's For Lovers

Song: Anarchy's For Lovers

Album: Losing The Game

Artist: The Blend

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released May 8, 2008

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Prequel

I rolled up on Algoma

and said alright now, I’m just gonna have one drink.

I rolled up on Algoma

and said alright now, I’m just gonna have one drink.

Next thing I know,

I woke up with my boxers gone and my pants on,

and I didn’t know what the hell to think.

Anarchy’s for Lovers

Aside the fact your ex-boyfriend’s got a new tool,

your twenty-somethin’ spirit’s screamin’ screw school.

Just a lose-lose hand, whistlin’ confused blues

wishin’ the rules would leave some room to move.

Grab a paddle or learn to swim and grow some gills.

The water’s fine when you can float by keepin’ still.

If ya drown, there ain’t a lifeguard to stress it-

can always hear a few freshmen yellin

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Chorus

She says she loves me,

She loves me not,

She says she loves me,

She loves me not

She says she loves me

She says she loves me

She says she loves me

I said I love you too, but nothin’ like hip-hop

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She steps on necks with high heels,

won’t settle for anything less than ideal,

a dragon in a land of wood swords and light shields,

flies with the fire on reserve and eyes that hold time still.

Unimpressed or convinced by any mirror

held to this campus of Lady M’s and King Leers,

desperate belles casting endless spells

of fashionable personalities to defend the shell.

Tryin’ to think clear, save water, drink beer

hittin’ curves with the clutch caught up in fifth gear.

I sit here on a smudged line between this queen

and the so called social elite that won’t compete

in any match for the title or the rights-to,

or maybe it’s just too easy for me to shed light to

another urban night, swimming in suburban hype

For a kid that never wanted anything but words to write.

She’s on her way to find the next shoes to step.

They keep 80proof textin’.

I hold the method and run the school like the New X-Men,

and can still hear more than a few freshmen yellin’.

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Chorus

I said  love you too until my heart stops

Heart beatin’ like a jumper, Anarchy’s for Lovers

real love is for those that’ve hardly seen summer.

Either target or cover, Anarchy’s for Lovers

real love is for those that’ve hardly seen summer.

Impartial to slumber, Anarchy’s for Lovers

real love is for those that’ve hardly seen summer.

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Sometimes, sometimes, she gets tired of rappin’,

stares at me funny like the last-man dancin’

up a storm, as if he never got drunk before,

Makin’ out with the wall, huggin’ the floor.

She said “Doo-wop and I’ll get the bill”.

I told her “I can make it cook like tremendous twelves.”

She said, “Yeah right.” I told her, “Tip well.”

Cos I can ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch

Change it up like tempers often do

Pushin’ walls until they move

And fight in spite of love to prove and pride to lose.

Now if you wanna paint it gray, then girl go ‘head

Don’t mind me if I join in

Can’t resist or avoid it

Tell me what’s the

Hold-up, Hold-up

Hold-up, Hold-up

Vanity’s here to stay

Do I give addiction a name?

Yes I do, Yes I do

Yes I do, Yes I do

If it’s fine with you, then find a fool

See mama didn’t raise no tool

In fact she gave birth to the cool

Go’on ask yaself

If it’s love and happiness,

Or is it truth and who you’re happy with