Yo
It's professor green, as i am one who is [bad word] sick of lovesongs. Listen. 
Look. 

Where do I go,
What do I do,
It feels so wrong,
I'm lost without you.

That's probably how this song would start if I was some wit prick,
moaning about some chick who's stolen my heart.

Not likely, I'm not 16, it's not like me.
I've had my first love, I'm done with the wifeys.
I aint a prick even, I'm not saying I'm a pimp 
or that I'm sick of the songs and sick of the raps full of contradictions and lyrics women so cool [bad word] singing for yes.

I'm just spitting the facts for I must do check.
If I wrote a song for you I have to love you.
But I [bad word] someone else and you're leaving. 
If I loved you I wouldn't have [bad word] someone else. I mean [bad word] 
 [bad word] 
really what you're saying in
so sick of love songs. Stop [bad word] making 'em