[Angela mccluskey (kendrick lamar)]

Sit still and close your eyes (smoke to it)

What's behind the other door? oh-ohh...

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 look 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.

[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 314, it's time to get 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

He sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Punk fake, jump-shot, ball hit the back

Ball dreams of being point guard was off limits jack

That's because these compton streets was built not to win

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

Part of 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 had some

Where is the love?

[Chorus angela mccluskey (kendrick lamar)]

When love comes calling, don't look back

When love comes calling, don't look away (where is the love?)

When love comes calling, don't look back

When love comes calling, don't look away.

[Kendrick lamar (angela mccluskey)]

Give me rings, give me chains mayne

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 landa, or maybe I'll land a

G5, clear port, say hello to the man

Give me awards, grammies, and let the crowd applaud

My name till they strain the veins in they vocal chords

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

With that being said, give me tiger's sports endorsements

Give me billboards, whatever that people would kill for

Manhattan at 40/40, no forties but rose 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 look 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.

[Kendrick lamar]

Now everybody smoke to it

For this is, the celebration.