Love Songs 4 The Streets (Clean) - Lil Durk
Lyrics by：Durk Banks/Darrel Gregory Jackson/Lionel Richie
Composed by：Durk Banks/Darrel Gregory Jackson/Lionel Richie
DJ on the beat so it's a banger
I make love song for the streets love songs for these b***hes
Also love songs for my day ones make love songs for the trenches
Even the ones who doubted me the ones say I'm actin' different
Ones in and out my life who never came back they still miss it yeah
Been on this road I'm chasing a bag ain't talk to God in a minute
Ain't talk to my youngest son in months
I asked him please forgive me
I'm in the studio with killers told me get out my feelings
I be trying but I can't yeah
See he gang you ain't
Tryna pop my pain away
Wash that bloodstain away
Long way from Section 8
I can't trust my day one homie I can't trust him nah
It's so crazy I seened him snake me but I brushed it off
I'ma go so deep I want my lyrics in your soul
If we got a problem I ain't gon' show it in front of no h*es
Big bro got the streets on lock for real he getting old
You say you fixed your statements
But at the end you still told
B***h you know I'm smart as s**t
Tryna break my heart and s**t
She think she gon' get me back
F**kin' on these artists
Book and Von you gotta f**k 'em too
Just 'cause they a part of this
You started this them n***as started this
I make love song for the streets love songs for these b***hes
Also love songs for my day ones make love songs for the trenches
Even the ones who doubted me the ones say I'm actin' different
Ones in and out my life who never came back they still miss it yeah
Been on this road I'm chasing a bag ain't talk to God in a minute
Ain't talk to my youngest son in months
I asked him please forgive me
I'm in the studio with killers told me get out my feelings
I be trying but I can't yeah
I knew this s**t wasn't right
Appeals gon' take time
In the field ain't no cryin'
Taking pills to keep from crying
J Money not here to give me advice
I seen the hurt in his eye
Heard the pain in his voice yeah
When I wanna hear your voice I call your voicemail
I put Chicago on my shoulders my s**t sore still
I hate the way that court smell
I know some n***as who ain't told and they won't still
I make love song for the streets love songs for these b***hes
Also love songs for my day ones
Make love songs for the trenches
Even the ones who doubted me
The ones say I'm actin' different
Ones in and out my life who never came back
They still miss it yeah
Been on this road I'm chasing a bag
Ain't talk to God in a minute
Ain't talk to my youngest son in months
I asked him please forgive me
I'm in the studio with killers
Told me get out my feelings
I be trying but I can't yeah
