Exotic Love - Uriah Mitchell & Lina Beach

Countersuit against the restaurant dude Accusing you of everything you never did do Some people find it easier to dish it out to others Than eat it themselves and pay for their mothers Put up your dukes and always try to tell the truth Dressing up a lie in white don't make it right Don't ask why you gotta eat a humble pie Just be a good sport and an upright guy The Golden Rule, the king of the fools Try to be impressive but you fall in the pool Jumping Jack Flash, running out of gas Living like you're graded on a curve But you fail or you pass Damage control, is your heart getting cold Kneeling at the altar trying-a sell out your soul Saturday women and a forty-dollar steak Sunday morning singing high praise Proving that you're no more than a paperback kid Wearing on your collar that fraternity bid But counting a keg stand don't make you a real man Looking in hindsight, you'll understand The Golden Rule, the king of the fools Try to be impressive but you fall in the pool Jumping Jack Flash, running out of gas Living like you're graded on a curve But you fail or you pass The Golden Rule, the king of the fools Try to be impressive but you fall in the pool Jumping Jack Flash, running out of gas Living like you're graded on a curve

It's heavy on my mind The love we made See I being struggling with this a long time, day after day The fact that I love you but sometimes I just want to be through with you I Baby you the sun that, chases all the rain away And, baby you're the gray cloud that, darken a perfect day II What I wouldn't do to make this thing go smooth (repeat) Baby, baby when I look in your eyes, I see That you are afraid, to give your heart, completely I know that you love me but sometimes I just can't get through, to you You say I'm the one who put the smile on your face But know, I can be the one, that take it all away II What I wouldn't do to make this thing go smooth (repeat) Could it be we miss the love songs the radio don't play That makes us give up so easy, and throw it all away Nobody talks about love anymore Everybody to busy getting paid Oh, Oh, Oh I Baby you the sun that chases all the rain away And baby you're the gray cloud that darken a perfect day II What I wouldn't do to make this thing go smooth (repeat) Oh, I think we miss the love songs the radio don't play And trying to give up to easy and throw it all away Nobody talks about love but everybody getting paid What I wouldn't do