Love Mode
(Featuring donjerichoyo) You’re my paper, I’m the pen, I’m just trying to write on it My teeth are staplers, just pretend, I want to bite on it Cause you are my story I have to tell, when it comes to poetry I’m the Beast and you are my Bell Get it? King and Beast are on love mode and we’re spilling ink, We trying to find queens to spend on all of this gold, you didn’t know? We are the royal, We have so many papers to spend as we write so we can spoil, There’s enough to go around, Just remember when you see the Beast, give me a howwlll! or a ruufff! and when you see the King, bow down.... Am I respected? depends on who shows me respect Am I neglected? Depends on how many I've had to upset Along the way I almost had some regrets I said almost because through those problems I still was able to take steps Walk further, run faster, grind harder Now I need love on my LL COOL J but sometimes I'm like why bother Why should I open up to you when you open your legs for everyone else? Why would I entertain the possibility when you abuse what love is meant to be Not even worth a hit and quit it No matter how gassed up, I wouldn't pump my fuel in it Love Mode I guess it's on standby Until I find a fancy girl for this stand up guy