You love him, you love them, you love  her
You love  so much, you love  when love  hurts
You love red bottom and gold that say “Queen”
You love  hand-bag on the waist of your jean
You love  French tip and trip that pay for
You love bank slip that tell you we paid more
You love  a good hand whenever the card dealt
But what love  got to do with it when you don’t love  yourself?

M.A.A.D City  (Good Kid M.A.A.D City)