princessquello:

Read some byron, shelley and keats
Recited it over a Hip-Hop beat
I’m having trouble saying what I mean
With dead poets and drum machines
you know I had some studio time booked
But I couldn’t find a killer hook
Now you’ve gone and raised the bar right up
Nothing I write is ever good enough

These words are my own
From my heart flow
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There’s no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you…

I love this song.