Tory Lanez Features The-Dream Love Ya Gyal/Love Sounds
Luv Ya Gyal” finds Tory connecting with fellow r&b singer The Dream for a bedroom banger that samples the latter’s 2008 track “I Luv Your Girl”. The track finds them sticking to the subject matter of the original as they sing about a sexual relationship with a girl who’s already taken.
The second part “Love Sounds” finds Tory sampling Dream’s 2007 track “Falsetto” as he seductively croons to his girl as they “slow dance in the club
Tory Lanez is not about to hold onto any secrets. He is in love with your girl. Not just looking to steal her for a night. He’s expressing love, the type of tales that William Shakespeare once penned. Or, in more modern times, that wise St. Louis bard Nelly. Thematically, Tory’s nostalgic vibe carries through, with narrative shades of “Dilemma.” Only in true Tory fashion, he simply can’t help himself. Before long, the song begins shifting into pure uninhibited sexuality, a transition that lends itself nicely to the beat switch.
As Part B slides in, Tory takes to the sultry RnB instrumental with a confident swagger, asserting his presence within the club. “You made moves in your city and did not get no permission,” he sings, his voice teetering on falsetto. “You’re not threatened by a good time and never with kissing.” At this stage, men with tenuous relationships oughta tread lightly when Tory is in town. Especially when he’s coming with such a lush musical arrangement, lined with deep synthesizers and atmospheric pads. Some might even call “Luv Ya Gyal / Love Sounds” the most elaborate piece of Lanez music in a minute.
Lyrical Excerpts[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Shawty pulled up on me
Mmm, tell me what it’s gon’ be
Car stopped, tank on E
She got me waitin’, OD
When you walk inside the crib, keep your heels on
And come put that kitty cat on me
Oh, no, oh, yeah
You got a hold on me
Let’s talk about it, baby, I know you ’bout it, baby
I know you got a man, you know I got a lady
I know the thought of us fuckin’, shawty, it’s kinda crazy
Even the thought of me sayin’ that shit is soundin’ crazy
Ooh, back it up, let me smoke it, drag it up
You be wantin’ me every time that I’m rollin’, actin’ up
Said I want you, girl, I want you, but I told you that enough
I done showed you that enough
No, this shit ain’t addin’ up, oh, no,