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• Artiste: Shad
• Titre: out of love (part 1)
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have you seen the shirt yet?... it says "I want a Claire Huxtable" on the front of it... There's been a lot of talk about this Claire Huxtable t-shirt recently... so here's the word... the shirt was made as a promo t-shirt for "Shad" (www.shadk.com). Shad's a young hip hop artist from london, ontario (canada!)... and "I want a Claire Huxtable" is a line from his track "Out of Love". Check the lyrics: Out Of Love Written by: Shad Verse 1 - Now I'm supposed to be cool under the collar A student of the dollar A proven scholar in a school of commerce A dude whos smooth and stalwart Who'll never lose his calm or Drool and slober like a fool And fall for a doll like Julia Roberts But still they get to me Like destiny's child don't drive me wild Intellectually, but they fresh to see I guess I'm being a misogynist And I acknowledge this The problem is I just don't see all girls as goddesses 'cause so often of them I think less Like Princess, why's this silly pseudo-pimp Pressed against your pink dress? When he drinks Ex, does his stink breath impress? Cuz he has no genuine interest and he only thinks sex Not your heart, soul, or IQ - and why do I know this? Oh miss, I try boo but I'm a guy too And so I'm qualified to say That what a lot of guys display Are just some hollow lies devised to get play But I wont apologize 'cause most of ya'll ain't slow chicks With no wits, so when a pro approaches you should know this It's easy decoding the motives of these horny guys You're roses but the thorns you expose keep me torn inside And keep me writing poems devoted to my corny side So I'll probably still be home with my folks when I'm 45 But... I'm Out of Love ... Verse 2 - So I'm not quick to give props to cute Chicks though they're hot 'cause dude The awful truth is when it comes to love They ain't gots a clue Like how does Pretty Woman constitute a romance? Some old man that's got some loot knockin' boots with a prostitute?! So homie don't be lead astray in any way When women say they want a man they mean a wallet and a wedding day still them girls with extensions in their hair and pretentious inner wear they leave me all defenseless in their stares but they don't care for my attention which is senseless 'cause I swear that there's no need to mention good intentioned men are scarce I want a Clare Huxtable ... I want a Clare Huxtable ya'll! See if I had a Clare Huxtable I'd tell her shyly I'm like the letter “q” - no where without 'u' beside me Now I won't make this any cheesier Maybe I don't hate 'cause they're sleazier But simply 'cause that way it's easier I'm scared to fail so Even if the chick has got a halo And a fat tail like J. Lo I'll still lay low This frail soul has only got his pride to protect him So I'll deny a connection instead of vie for affection Plus we find it too soothing to mock the short skirts 'cause that length tends mirror our sense of self-worth Sometimes, instead of being free from these confines It's safer to stay disgruntled and just pummel dumb minds With punch lines, without discretion or respect to give 'em 'cause a good offense is the best defense ... mechanism I'm out of love... Verse 3 - So I don't feel like telling ya'll to Throw your hands in the air And wave 'em all around 'cause I just don't care I'm a sharp jerk who keeps his heart's hurt Buried deep beneath this smart smirk And in parts of my darker artwork My partner's out there but we ain't together still So I better build with someone 'cause I doubt that we ever will And if I never feel love at least I'll never cry If only fools fall, guess I'm a pretty clever guy For never trying and just voluntarily stayin' solitaire 'cause in all sincerity who wants to marry me? I'm callous and cold and I've grown distant 'cause most sistren only talk to me when their man won't listen the world's a stage but not everyone acts right at the club I'm seeing more tricks than a half-pipe now I'll never diss a sister or call one a slut whore but some honnies is hard-headed like Mt. Rushmore I'm sorry I swore I won't bash But if they treat ya like a substitute teacher It's probably 'cause you got no class Now hold fast, every woman's a queen If you're as lost as I am then you'd know what I mean I'm out of love... This is out of love ...