This Aint a Love Song (Lyrics) Hook Beat kinda sweet, you might think that it's a love song This for the streets, make music to get my thug on Groove for the cuties to move, I get my rub on We could make melodies Beat kinda sweet, you might think that it's a love song This for the streets, make music to get my thug on Groove for the cuties to move, I get my rub on We could make melodies Verse 1 (ELUS) So long since I wrote a song They said, so long, try and write me off Just got my income tax, I been putting on When will I come back, they feel I'm falling off I came from the gutter, I recover like a bowling ball Room full of people, all alone, not McCauly Call I made the beat from the P’s like I’m Marley Mal Competition, see no man, I ain't Pauly Shaw Ship sell, all aboard I advise you ride the wave, hope you're surfing for it I keep my eyes on the prize, I ain't searching for it Made the rise to the skies from the ocean floor Hook Beat kinda sweet, you might think that it's a love song This for the streets, make music to get my thug on Groove for the cuties to move, I get my rub on We could make melodies Beat kinda sweet, you might think that it's a love song This for the streets, make music to get my thug on Groove for the cuties to move, I get my rub on We could make melodies Verse 2 (Nola Layne) Sky's the limit, that's the way I talk Take the pen to my grave, cause I'll never stop While I sing from my soul, I won't take it off Sail away on your own, my current taking off I'm about to rock the boat Jump on board and snatch up everything they own Show you just a little, push you overboard I'm wit Kindgenius, busting through the door (We busting through the door) Ship sail, all aboard I advise you ride the wave, hope you're surfing for it I keep my eye on the prize, I ain't searching for it Made the rise to the skies from the ocean floor Hook Beat kinda sweet, you might think that it's a love song This for the streets, make music to get my thug on Groove for the cuties to move, I get my rub on We could make melodies Beat kinda sweet, you might think that it's a love song This for the streets, make music to get my thug on Groove for the cuties to move, I get my rub on We could make melodies