Lyrics Love Hate - IQ

I love I hate
I love I hate
I love I hate
I love I hate
I love I hate
I love I hate
I love I hate

I hate divorce and my pay bein late of course
But I love bein outside playin sports
And I love hip-hop so I'll stay the course
All the fans love the artists that they support
I love hip-hop and the bumpin sound
I love gettin high but hate comin down
And I hate all these busters and dumb clowns
But I love where I'm from the best slums in town
I love watchin games while eatin my favorite food
But I hate havin to pay for the pay per view
And I hate it when people act fake and rude
And when chicks flake but I love when they make food
And I hate when I'm thirsty and dirty and swervy
And I hate havin to wake up early all surly
But I love when it's nice out to start the day
And I love when all my problems are far away

I love these bitches
But I hate these snitches
I love these riches
But damn I hate these stitches
I love hip-hop
But I hate shit talk
And I hate these cops
But I love these thots

And I hate dumb drivers who cut me off
But I love how when I'm rappin I'm such a boss
And I hate how much all this studio stuff costs
And when my sqaud experiences a tough loss
And I hate the next day when I go to work
Havin to spend so much time on the phone with jerks
I hate bein alone and hurt
And when cops are lookin for trouble and I'm chosen first
And I love when chicks are grabbin my dick lickin their lips
Stickin their tits in my face flickin their wrists
Doin the splits I love when they try to seduce me
But I hate when they get moody and argue profusely
And withhold sex but when they get so wet
And their hips flex I break out in a cold sweat
The world is so filled with love and hate
So don't hate anyone because they were born another race

I love these bitches
But I hate these snitches
And they hate these stitches
I love these riches
I love hip-hop
But I hate shit talk
And I love these crops
But I hate these plots

I hate when my phone battery's dead
But I love gettin head when her legs attractively spread
On my bed but if there's a disaster we dead
And I hate seein so many heads tragically led
To believe that we can all magically be
Free I'd love it if we could actually be
And I hate how our leaders so casually
Create massive casualties so rapidly
But I love my girl and my friends and family
And hopefully it won't all be endin badly
But sometimes things do end bad sadly
I hate catastrophes but love bein madly
In love been buzzed ever since the wind was
Blowin over me I've been breathin in drugs
It's time for me to flip the tin cups
I swear on my life I'm never givin up

I love these bitches
But I hate these snitches
And they hate these stitches
But I love these riches
I love hip-hop
But I hate shit talk
And I hate these cops
But I love these thoughts