[High Pitch Vocal Sample] "Oh, love... is it love?" "Oh, love... is it love?" "Oh, love... is it love?" ... [Verse 1] Used to fall asleep to her voice notes, Now I play 'em like a voicemail roulette "Hey it’s me" (click)—next one "Where you at?"—I ain’t answer yet Told her once, “I’m sorry for real,” Told her twice, forgot what was real Third time? She said, “That’s cute.” Then changed her number to something I feel Still think ‘bout that Lyft ride— Arguin’ hard in the back like it’s mine Driver played gospel, tried to ignore us She cried, I joked—I do that sometimes I said, “You ain’t here.” She said, “That’s the point.” I smiled like it meant less— She right though that's the point [Hook] [BEAT SWITCH] [Verse 2] Text unsent with a period hangin’ Screenshot thread with a date still bangin’ Her mama called me “baby,” now she ghost me Blocked me once, then unblocked—coasting Spoke too slick like I’m built for riddles She said, “You love crowds, not me in the middle.” I was in Nobu, she was in flats Told me “Call me later,” I ain’t call back Now it’s been— Three missed birthdays, five missed flights Seven typed drafts, one long night Tried new love—got close, then dipped Whole new girl lookin’ just like grief Told my friends, “I'm chillin’, I'm fine.” Told the mic, “I'm dyin' in time.” Told her, “Pull up.” She said, “For what?” Click. Cold air. I ain’t moved from the spot. [Hook] (“Oh, love… is it love?”) (“Oh, love… is it love?”) (“Oh, love… is it love?”) [Bridge] She wanted stillness, I brought storms. She wanted mornings, I brought forms. She said, “Be real,” I brought poems. She said, “No more,” and I heard horns. [Hook] (“Oh, love… is it love?”) (“Oh, love… is it love?”) (“Oh, love… is it love?”) [Outro – humming, soul]
