No Love in Brooklyn (feat. Frank Pierce & Scott Vega)

It's more than sittin' still, but less than something real

When the nights just seem to bleed to one and go on and on

You try to catch the feel that use to be so real

You swear it's five o'clock but the time is scares

And your getting there when you talk about

That bullshit that you saw just yesterday

It's becoming a habitual drunkin' epiphany

And you try to find that moment

Hope tonight won't be the same

But there's no sense in lookin'

There's no love in Brooklyn

Long walks and city trains

Short talks forgetting names

Some stories stay that same

Knowing all the lines when you turn the page

It's late so what's the use in tryin' to amuse

Hope you're not being rude when it's time to go

You don't let 'em know

Then you talk about that bullshit that you saw just yesterday

It's becoming a habitual drunkin' epiphany

And you try to find that moment

Hope tonight won't be the same

But there's no sense in lookin'

There's no love in Brooklyn

Tell me why you livin' life so typical

When you recognize the truth that's critical

If you're not content do more than complain

And make a change