- Votes:
- Composer:
- Terius Youngdell Nash
 
- Tags:
- 2010
- cool breeze
- slow sessions
- the dream
 
- See also:
The-Dream - February Love lyrics
Come and walk me to the car 
I wanna see you from here to there 
Can't help but stare 
Give me some insight 
No bullshit 
A real conversation 
Put me on your block 
I'm moving in 
I would love to be love's neighbor 
If you don't mind I don't mind 
Do anything for just a fraction of you 
And I know this may sound stalkerish 
But that's because you are the shit 
Alright 
If I'm attention 
Be my center 
If you're Spring I'm Summer 
If you're Fall I'm Winter 
Speaking of Winter 
Be my February love 
Love 
Love 
My love 
Be my February love 
Love 
Love 
Give me your heart 
Give me your heart 
Promise we'll never be apart 
I know your used to them niggas saying wha-ah-ah-hatever 
Promise we'll always be to-to-to-together 
Take a picture 
I'll buy the frame 
Let me change your car 
Then change your name 
You are my destiny child 
Now lets make us a destiny child 
Girl rock with me 
Quench the curiosity 
I'm positive that we are meant to be 
Don't let them spoil it with negativity 
Alright 
See we are the beautiful ones 
Baby come and step into my side 
Before the cold takes it away 
 The-Dream - February Love - http://motolyrics.com/the-dream/february-love-lyrics.html
Come and be my February love 
Love 
Love 
Girl be my February love 
Love 
Love 
Phantom in the driveway 
Sittin' on the court side 
Shawty I ain't new to this 
You better get used to this 
30 foot ceilings 
Lifestyle appealin' 
Check my '09 taxes I made a killing 
Haters wanna kill'em 
Real niggas feel'em 
Dream ain't on the credits 
They must'a got a fill in 
Uh 
He's so silly 
Don't mean to be rude 
But some of these niggas just aint got a clue 
Fallin' in love 
Follow me girl 
These niggas so scandalous 
These comedian niggas should do stand-up 
These breakup before holiday ass niggas 
Them leasing Benzes pretendin ass niggas 
Hell yeah I already told you niggas I'm a motherfuckin' hater 
Especially when yall niggas lying about your motherfuckin' paper 
He poppin' champagne 
Throwin out Benjamins all up on the TV screen 
Don't own your publishing 
Hell nawh you ain't got more money than me 
Just help me understand 
Help me comprehend 
Matter fact don't tell me shit 
She know you full of it 
It's so much that I can say 
She pullin' me away 
Stay in the way 
They like my February love 
Love 
Love 
She was my February love 
Love 
Love














