Warning Shot Lyrics

We love each other hate each other sleep Then we hate each other love each other sleep (Chorus) Science your silence, babe, 'cause I don't understand Put it in a way we can communicate The silent treatment doesn't bode well with my naive state Science your silence, babe, just explain You thought I was mean? Well you're not kind either I guess we'll walk in circles 'cause I ain't a mind reader V1: We balance each other out with our polar opposite grounds my sweet maiden sacred to my sound we love hip-hop to death cruising cars abusing radio knobs we do dispute 'til death about which emcee to put on blast the trap is her vocal capture a persuasive abrasive master Maxing out decibels in my passive vessel vestibules Indie rap vs. Afro centric cats I dig them all so I let her shot call Love her more through short compliment cankers So sweet these blue eyes that sedate my inner anger An unrestricted gaze An adoration faze not In my heart is where two strong pains fought Inadequacy and love tussle for head room I let my soul pick Couldn't refuse that smile that makes my core emit zeal Take to the air pass a mass of murky fluff Sharing a love that swung a nonstop product Then Something slips my mind disputing recruits evade Butting heads over nothing in actualities haze A realm at the helm of satan I HATE delays in wordplay exercising the silent treatment A season without agreement Appeasing transforms to hostile Now a baffled stare from a smile Compile ways to repair the disparity gap and ask "what the hell just happened?" (Chorus) V2: It's cool that she's over protective but in sections I want I don't wanna seem pissed 'cause I'm really not It's more or a confused facial lacking a waring shot Was it something I did? Was it something I didn't do? I need help in identifying the crap to you I do We both agree that getting mad isn't as bad as disappointment While the ointment of time heals slow I can hide the mower but the grass still grows WHOA If there's something wrong please let a brother know because this pokey lip bit I just act ignorant with it Sit back and bask in my tasmanian angel's actions Two separate first classes consecrated by compliments in mass Opening her car door bending over backwards but expected treatment for a queen Miss "Happy in her skin" an obnoxious outburst once again An interim annoyance I've learned to deal with With each day pealing back a lab of our walls Learning more and more that she's the one my soul has called Yeah, we're at odds from time to time with candid banter Playing the game of stubborn Putting veils over pride trying to get the other to see your side I'll admit we fight for the driver seat when we should let Christ drive I steadily strive to be the man in Psalms 1:1-3 and she makes efforts in perfection even gets dirty quick honing her soul to that Proverbs 31 chick But it's a long way until we're pious like and you still gotta figure out how to science your plight (Chorus)Mortisabstract - Warning Shot - http://motolyrics.com/mortisabstract/warning-shot-lyrics.html