Real love comes in a structured serving
Relax your best friend just got bottle-whipped by my right hand he's like over in the corner and
My thoughts are teething

Real love comes in little doses

Chorus:
Real love, come and descend, condescend.
Real pain, come and descend, condescend.

Someone has told us that we're worth killing
I'm not worth the bullets you spend on me the books the phrases make us crazed more than likely
Weak, hearts, are bleeding

Real love has got to be something they can see
Real love has got to be conditioned sweetly.

Fall (find your roots then die?) That shit's about to come back.

Repeat Chorus

That's P:4-5