Give Me A Love
Slim Smith & The Uniques Lyrics


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She looked exactly like the girl of my dreams
Small boobs, thin waste, with a booty I can squeeze
I had a thing with her sis' back then
But she couldn't resist Bruce Wayne, a million dolla' man
So I made lil shorty fall in love
But little did I know: she wasn't ready for a thug
All caught up in her books and shit
So we started being distant, ignoring my existence
It didn't matter if shorty was real
Lack of words, lack of sex, I needed something I could feel
Like the rush you get from cocaine sniffing
Psychedelics reality check: my mind started shifting
Into a fifth dimension, sharper intuition
People started thinking I'm crazy like the rapper Stiches
But I aint scared to be judged when it comes to love
Promising me stuff, but was that really enough?
Does she love me or she loves not?
Maybe she loves a lot, but just doesn't how?
Do I love her or I love her not?
I use to love her a lot, but now my love's going south
Does she love me or she loves not?
Maybe she loves a lot, but just doesn't how?
Do I love her or I love her not?
I use to love her a lot, but now my love's going down
Who said Unique was perfect, but you knew that I was worth it
Deep down I'm a good person
But you took me for granted, all I wanted was a "Carey"
Like my nigga Nick Cannon
I won't lie, I'll miss the way you called me daddy
All the smoothies you made for me in the morning
Waking up in my clothes like you own 'em
All the faces you made while moaning
First date, first kiss, we started talking kids
But we said no such thing without getting rich
No condoms in bed: fuck you like a beast
The way I was giving you head made me feel like a genius
You knew I sent you many signs like a siren
But all a nigga got back was silence
So I rather be alone even though it's hard
Acting like we strangers on the boulevard
Does she love me or she loves not?
Maybe she loves a lot, but just doesn't how?
Do I love her or I love her not?
I use to love her a lot, but now my love's going south
Does she love me or she loves not?
Maybe she loves a lot, but just doesn't how?
Do I love her or I love her not?
I use to love her a lot, but now my love's going down
I know I'm great with nouns so I had to be well pronounced
Instead of talking like a clown
Just know I did everything to impress her
First months without sex so she never feels pressured
But after three months it started being too much
Especially with the honey moon promises and whatnot
A little tease here and there, but it wasn't enough
I use to make you cum with my mouth without getting sucked
Did I forget to mention that me and little Shorty
Use to live in my big ass mansion
Hot water, free food, but I kept it cool
Give a lot, ask for none: that's what lovers do
I know shorty was young, but since we had fun




I thought maybe she was the one
But like holding a gun: you got to grip it tight
Staring at her sleeping like it's the last night
Line by Line Meaning

She looked exactly like the girl of my dreams
The singer found a girl who physically matched his ideal type.


Small boobs, thin waste, with a booty I can squeeze
He specifically found her body desirable for his own physical pleasure.


I had a thing with her sis' back then
The singer previously had a romantic/sexual relationship with the girl's sister.


But she couldn't resist Bruce Wayne, a million dolla' man
The girl was attracted to a wealthy man who could provide for her (compared to the artist).


So I made lil shorty fall in love
The artist made the girl develop romantic feelings for him.


But little did I know: she wasn't ready for a thug
The singer later realized that the girl was not interested in his rough/tough persona.


All caught up in her books and shit
The girl was preoccupied with her studies and personal interests.


So we started being distant, ignoring my existence
The relationship began to suffer as they distanced themselves from each other and stopped communicating.


It didn't matter if shorty was real
The artist no longer cared about the girl's feelings or true self.


Lack of words, lack of sex, I needed something I could feel
The artist desired more emotional and physical intimacy from the relationship.


Like the rush you get from cocaine sniffing
The pleasure and excitement the singer craved was comparable to the feeling of taking drugs.


Psychedelics reality check: my mind started shifting
The artist's perception of reality was altered by his desires and experiences.


Into a fifth dimension, sharper intuition
He gained a new perspective and heightened senses (likely due to drug use?)


People started thinking I'm crazy like the rapper Stiches
Others began to perceive the singer as insane or erratic in behavior, similar to the controversial rapper Stitches.


But I aint scared to be judged when it comes to love
The singer is unafraid of societal judgement for his romantic choices.


Promising me stuff, but was that really enough?
The girl made promises to the artist, but he questions their worth and value in the relationship.


Does she love me or she loves not?
The artist is uncertain of the girl's true feelings toward him.


Maybe she loves a lot, but just doesn't how?
Perhaps the girl has strong emotions but struggles to express them.


Do I love her or I love her not?
The singer is also unsure of his own feelings toward the girl.


I use to love her a lot, but now my love's going south
He previously had intense feelings for her, but those emotions have since diminished.


Who said Unique was perfect, but you knew that I was worth it
The artist acknowledges that he is not perfect, but believes himself to have value in a relationship.


Deep down I'm a good person
The artist has a positive self-view and sees himself as inherently good.


But you took me for granted, all I wanted was a "Carey"
The girl did not appreciate or value the singer, and he only desired a little bit of affection (like care) from her in return.


Like my nigga Nick Cannon
The artist compares his love life to that of rapper Nick Cannon, who has had public relationship issues.


I won't lie, I'll miss the way you called me daddy
The singer reminisces on sweet moments in the relationship, such as pet names.


All the smoothies you made for me in the morning
The girl would make the singer breakfast smoothies as a loving gesture.


Waking up in my clothes like you own 'em
The girl would wear the singer's clothing, possibly indicating a level of comfort and intimacy in the relationship.


All the faces you made while moaning
The girl's expressions of pleasure during sexual activity are remembered by the artist.


First date, first kiss, we started talking kids
The relationship progressed from romantic gestures to more serious conversations and potential plans for the future.


But we said no such thing without getting rich
The singer and the girl agreed to not pursue those future plans until they were financially stable.


No condoms in bed: fuck you like a beast
The singer and the girl engaged in unprotected sex and the singer describes himself as wild in bed.


The way I was giving you head made me feel like a genius
The artist received a sense of pride and accomplishment from performing oral sex on the girl.


You knew I sent you many signs like a siren
The artist gave the girl many hints and signals of his affection, similar to a siren's call.


But all a nigga got back was silence
The girl did not reciprocate his signals or respond to his advances.


So I rather be alone even though it's hard
The singer would rather be single than continue in a one-sided or unfulfilling relationship.


Acting like we strangers on the boulevard
After the relationship ended, the artist and girl acted as though they did not know each other when in public.




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Written by: Mehdi Hannouni

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