February Love - The-Dream

Come and walk me to the car

I wanna see you

From here to there, can’t help but stare

Give me some insight

No bullshit, a real conversation

Put me on your block

Im moving in

I would love to be love’s neighbor

If you dont mind, I dont mind

Do anything for just a fraction of you

And I know this may sound stalkerish

But that’s because you are the shit

Alright, if I’m attention be my center

If you’re Spring, I’m Summer

If you’re Fall, I’m Winter

Speaking of Winter

Be my February Love, Love, Love

My love

Be my February Love, Love, Love

Give me your love, give me your heart

Promise we’ll never be apart

I know you used to them niggas saying whatever Promise that we’ll always be

together

Take a picture, I’ll buy the frame

Let me change your car, then change your name

You are my destiny, child

Now lets make us a destiny child

Girl rock with me

Quench the curiosity

I’m positive that we are meant to be

Don’t let them spoil it with negativity

See we are the beautiful ones

Baby come and step in to my sun

Before the cold takes it away

Come and

Be my February Love, Love, Love

Girl

Be my February Love, Love, Love

Phantom in the driveway

Sittin on the courtside

Shawty I ain’t new to this

You better get used to this

30 foot ceilings, life style appealing

Check my 09' taxes I made a killin'

Haters wanna kill 'em, real niggas feel 'em

Dream ain’t on credits, they musta got a feeling

Ha, he so silly

Dont mean to be rude

But some of these niggas just ain’t got a clue

Quality love, follow me girl

These niggas so scandalous

These comedian niggas should do stand up

These break up before holidays ass niggas

Them leasin' Benz’s, pretending ass niggas

Hell yea I already told y’all niggas

I’m a motha fuckin' hater

Especially when y’all niggas lying about

Y’all motha fuckin' paper

He poppin champagne

Thrown up, bet your man all up on the TV screen Dont own your publishin'

Hell naw you ain’t got more money than me

Just help me understand, help me comprehend

Matter of fact dont tell me shit

She know you’re full of it

Its so much that I can say

But she pulling me away

Stay in your lane

They like

My February Love, Love, Love

She loves

My February Love, Love, Love