Power Love Hour

If I gave you my heart

Would you take care of it?

Could you take care of it?

If I gave you my soul

Would you be there for me?

Could you be there for me?

If I fall too deep in love with you

Say you'd be there for me

Promise you'd care for me?

In a trance, the sample got your attention

I took a chance, woke up in a new dimension

Head down, eyes up, like Lebron at the garden

Each song like a speech from the king of the Spartans

300 bars ain't enough for me

10,000 hours I do that shit in my sleep

A million reasons I should probably give it up but

You know the pain of losing something you love

Welcome to the heartbreak hotel

Shawn Michaels from the top shelf

I wrestle with these thoughts so well

Hell or high water, do this for the daughters and sons

That I've yet to have, but I'm still a father to some

I know you hear the passion through the speakers

A sneaker head, but to these beats the grim reaper

A big brother, to the drums a street sweeper

Captain of my fate, a young D Jeter

Heat seeker for anybody that want it

I thought it and made it happen

To be good at rappin, I ain't really into slacking

More into snapping on anything that I hear

No fear, like the T shirts that I wore in the year

97, the heavens are open, I don't know what it's provoking

But I've been chosen to bring you lessons and omens

Interwoven with a devotion to construct and combine

Catch inspiration wish it could be frozen in time

Like car rides singing with Dulce

Let it go, I know you feeling the movement

I'm in that pocket so beautiful it's inducing

Riding the rhythm like I'm in an amusement park

I start to write

Stop

I can't, I might fight

The urge to pipe down, certified lover boy

But far from the 6 minus 3 add an O then the 5

And you'll know where I'll be

Silky smooth with the groove, turn your radios up

It's the power love hour, and we out here to…

Put the work in, crazy how it changes your luck

If the world is my oyster then I'm out here to shuck

Aphrodisiac raps, baby we getting it in

Ain't no plan B here, it's either win or we win

So to the victor goes the spoils

My souls in plain view, no oil

But if I