Love Sick is a track off M34N STR33T'S 4TH album GIALLO. ©2024 • YEE Link to GIALLO the album here: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/m34nstr33t/giallo Shot on VHS, directed & produced by M34N STR33T. CONNY FRANKO • RAPPER • TAURUS HAUNTED GAUNTLET • PRODUCER • LEO Video Edit, Graphic Design & Mix by Haunted Gauntlet https://www.hauntedgauntlet.com Mastered by Kern Haug. https://kernhaugaudio.club/ Lyrics/Language by Conny Franko LYRICS: I started this piece when I was at Whitney island October 2022 I finished this piece February 18th 2023 This is tribute to Erich Fromm, Bell hooks and Tina Turner What’s love got to do with it Bitch I loved you at first sight Like Jessy Marsinick I loved you more Part per square footage than the arctic I loved you from afar From the bar, from a tarpit I loved you raw Without a hat, all from where god sit I loved you hard Yo I loved you fantastic I thought you loved your mans manic Barely hard in a casket I would’ve gave up love to give gut fuel A hand to stab it What’s love to a damned rabbit 14 karat gold band tragic I loved you like Aracely love John I loved you like Debra love Smith Then beloved the Falcons I loved you Like the Rainier Mountains I couldn't see It wasn't just smoke It was Practical Magical On the back of a pack of bees I loved you Like good sex and poetry I loved you While the world slept and didn’t notice me I loved you Until you learned to love yourself Without dopamines I’ll love you forever But together will never leave I love, I love you I love, I love you I hate you for so many reasons I hate you For telling me lies I knew without pretense I hate you For the side eyes and cheek kisses I hate you For the dummy drugs, bitches and dirty dishes I hate you For the constant ask for forgiveness Never once meant one of those Even an ounce I witnessed I hate you For the cover that you fronted Book of a 100 summers about a good mother She fly straight and cook suppers I hate you For your friends in low places I hate you For running your shit while I'm wasted I hate you Because I really hate myself faceless Lost love When mercury was in retrograde Getting a facelift I hate you, I hate you I hate you, I hate you I can't tell you how long I've felt alone In the back seat of my own life Whip spun out of control The ownership of knowing We’d never share this poem Purposely poisoned porridge For her back bent in stone Catastrophe Yo I heard back from home A masterpiece The words wrapped In saran wrap my dome Garbage can clandestine Pact my map of Rome The treason, a young chap Peter pan banned from phones Can't scan my calls Can’t stand at all I’m at the beauty pageant Of damned dead women and dolls I want to say peace to serenity and Augustine May my love find the flowers Butterfly towers In Mother’s Spring
