Is It Love?

[Intro: Angela McCluskey & Kendrick Lamar]

Sit still, and close your eyes (Smoke to it)

What's behind the other door? Oh

No more silence (No more silence)

Don't kill this thing we got called love (Don't shoot)

Just searching for the perfect shot

[Chorus: Angela McCluskey]

When love comes calling, don't love back

When love comes calling, don't look away

When love comes calling, don't look back

When love comes calling, don't look away

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar & Angela McCluskey]

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

When y'all was playing PlayStation, my pencil was erasing lines

My conscience only knew what's half tight

At 3:14, it's time to give me a slice, my nigga

This is a dog's fight, my nigga

The soundtrack to life, my nigga

Kendrick Lamar, his momma called him that

He watched House Party, and ate Apple Jacks

Sold Sega games, his cousin sold crack

He pumped Reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Board, dreams of being point guard was off limits, jack

That's because that these Compton streets was built not to win

You killed the nigga, I stole a Bible, is that a sin?

Pardon me though, I'm searching for answers

(Just searching for the perfect shot)

The good kid from the ugly city, that's mad that he's handsome

Where is the love?

[Chorus: Angela McCluskey & Kendrick Lamar]

When love comes calling, don't love back

When love comes calling, don't look away

When love comes calling (Where is the love?), don't look back

When love comes calling, don't look away

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar & Angela McCluskey]

Give me rings, give me chains, mane

Give me a blue Benz, red Porsche, red Range

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes

A mansion with marble floors and security codes

Then give me some land, or maybe I'll land a– G5

Clearport, say hello to the man

Give me awards, Grammys, and let the crowd applaud

My name 'til they strain the veins in they vocal cords

Give me fame and fortune, me and Trump on golf courses

With that being said, give me Tiger sports endorsements

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Manhattan and '40/40', no 40's but Rosé poured

Give me vanity, give me Kurt Cobain sanity

Give me a city where Channel 7 newscasters cameras be

Give me horror like Amity, no, give me the charts

(Just searching for the perfect shot)

And if you ever renege, I'll still give you Kendrick Lamar, this is me

And that's love

[Chorus: Angela McCluskey]

When love comes calling, don't love back

When love comes calling, don't look away

When love comes calling, don't look back

When love comes calling, don't look away

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]

Now everybody smoke to it, for this is – the celebration