Is It Love - 3LAU, Yeah Boy

Nobody’s perfect, I’ll never try, no

But I promise I’m worth it if you just open up your eyes

I need a second chance, I-I need a friend

Someone who’s gon stand by me right there 'til the end

If you want the best of my heart

You just gotta see the good in me

'Cause I could be the rain in your desert sky

I could be the fire in your darkest night

I could be your curse or your angel

It’s all in how you love me

I could be your sun when it’s cold outside

I could be your rock when there’s nowhere to hide

I could be your curse or your angel

It’s all in how you love me, it’s how you love me

I never said I was perfect, see, I never claimed to be

'Cause perfect is perception, perception is all that they can see

A vacancy replacin' this space in place where my heart should be

Harpin' on these emotions, self loathin', broken, what’s wrong with me?

A song to me is more than just some bullshit and words

It’s the only time some nobody like me would be heard

I was that kid that would get picked last, never the one that would skip class

Never to puff when the piff pass, so me and the rap is a miss match, right?

Your stereotype got me feeling up tight

Got me wanting to fight

I’ve been up every night, as I write and I write

I’ve been looking for light in the darkness of night

It’s a bit of a pipe… dream, that’s what they told me

If I listened to your dumbass, I’d regret it as the old me

'Cause I could be the rain in your desert sky

I could be the fire in your darkest night

I could be your curse or your angel

It’s all in how you love me

I could be your sun when it’s cold outside

I could be your rock when there’s nowhere to hide

I could be your curse or your angel

It’s all in how you love me, it’s how you love me

I never said I was perfect, see I never claimed to be

'Cause perfect is perception, perception is all that they can see

Amazes me, I found a group of people who found faith in me

TEAMWITT until my death, I’ll fucking take that to the grave with me

They can’t see through bullshit, so they’re left with only fake and weak

Ten writers to write «Timber,» spill my soul and no one’s playing me

It’s plain to see, they hatin' me, they take what they can take from me

They’ll never find no fake in me, they said my dream was make believe

Well, thankfully, I use your hate to me to motivate, you see?

I can be your everything or everyday your enemy

Or everyday your memory, you might just be a friend of me

You spend your time defendin' me, but me is all I tend to… be

'Cause I could be the rain in your desert sky

I could be the fire in your darkest night

I could be your curse or your angel

It’s all in how you love me

I could be your sun when it’s cold outside

I could be your rock when there’s nowhere to hide

I could be your curse or your angel

It’s all in how you love me, it’s how you love me