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Don't Call It Love (GZA TrapSoul Mix)

V6-MINI

[Intro] There's a mess in my room Best me, grabbing you Flix, shampoo Yeah yeah yeah yeah Different level with you I'm the sweetest girl for you I'm dressed in Prada too And touching on you [Verse 1] You say you miss me, then you leave my name unread I send the car around; you send a picture from the bed Silk on the chair, little gold clasp by the door You say the gift was too much, then you wear it once more I know your tells: that half-smile, the pause before “we’ll see” You keep one hand on the exit, one hand reaching for me I play it cool in the room, but the truth gets expensive Every quiet little doubt finds a way to collect interest Your friends say I spoil you; I say I pay attention You mention what you need without a direct confession Still, a ribbon can’t repair what a promise won’t hold And a key to the suite ain’t a key to your soul I see his name light your screen; I don’t ask who it is Just turn the ice in my glass—then regret that I did If love’s a language, I’m fluent in things I can buy But I’m learning your silence has words I can’t price [Chorus] I'm so in love with you I can't control it babe I miss your warranty I'm so in love with you I can't control it babe I miss your warranty (I can't control it babe I miss your warranty) [Verse 2] You like the view from the window, the room facing west I book the one with the balcony; you say that’s the best Then you look past the skyline like the answer’s out there I can fill up a closet, can’t make you feel care You call when the night thins, voice soft through the phone Say “I hate being distant,” then you ask to be alone We keep trading small truths for a beautiful scene Your red dress, my black card, all the things in between I get jealous of a joke that you laughed at too long Then I hate that my pride needs a receipt to be strong You say “don’t make this a label,” I say “fine, no demands” While I’m mapping our future on the back of my hand Maybe you want the devotion, not the weight of the word Maybe I want a sure thing where the sure thing’s absurd So I’ll leave the door open, not pretend that I know If you’re reaching for me—or just hate letting go [Bridge] No more guessing what the gesture means No more dressing up a maybe in designer seams If you stay, stay honest; if you go, go clean I can live with the truth, just don’t sell me a dream [Final Chorus] I'm so in love with you I can't control it babe I miss your warranty I'm so in love with you I can't control it babe I miss your warranty (I can't control it babe I miss your warranty) [Outro] You don’t owe me forever tonight Just don’t call it love if you mean goodbye