Online
How come you won't love me when you're online?
How come you won't t-touch me when you're online, baby?
How come you won't confront me 'less you online?
I feel like nobody when you're online
I been working in the office, I got money to go shopping
I got homies up in New York, I got homies up in London
Oh my god I'm looking glossy, oh my god I'm going online
Yung Leandoer it taught me how to do it newer
Then he taught me how to do it like me, you can vibe like me
If you try like me, if you cry like me
Go online like me, go online like me
Can you do it like me? Go online like me, ay
Go online like me, ay
Middle of the night, mo' smoke
Running out of time for love
Teaching me to lie like fuck
Flexing on her in real life
I could see it drop for a month
She only want to cry online
Fucking with the guy online
Been citywide for a moment
Phone shedding light in the darkness
Only use my phone at night
Never flexed up like this, like this
Never gave fucks like this, like this
Never felt love, that's shit's not real
Finna come up, that shit's surreal
I am not online but I promise I'm out here
London to Atlanta, I promise I'm out here
I'm like oh my god she's a mess, but I caught you
I don't like your shit then I probably forgot you
Niggas break the box, it's too hot for a hot boy
When she want to talk, she log on but I'm long gone
I'm sorry
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty, I'm not online
How come you won't confront me unless you online?
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty, I'm not online
I feel like nobody when you're online
How come you won't t-touch me when you're online, baby?
How come you won't confront me 'less you online?
I feel like nobody when you're online
I been working in the office, I got money to go shopping
I got homies up in New York, I got homies up in London
Oh my god I'm looking glossy, oh my god I'm going online
Yung Leandoer it taught me how to do it newer
Then he taught me how to do it like me, you can vibe like me
If you try like me, if you cry like me
Go online like me, go online like me
Can you do it like me? Go online like me, ay
Go online like me, ay
Middle of the night, mo' smoke
Running out of time for love
Teaching me to lie like fuck
Flexing on her in real life
I could see it drop for a month
She only want to cry online
Fucking with the guy online
Been citywide for a moment
Phone shedding light in the darkness
Only use my phone at night
Never flexed up like this, like this
Never gave fucks like this, like this
Never felt love, that's shit's not real
Finna come up, that shit's surreal
I am not online but I promise I'm out here
London to Atlanta, I promise I'm out here
I'm like oh my god she's a mess, but I caught you
I don't like your shit then I probably forgot you
Niggas break the box, it's too hot for a hot boy
When she want to talk, she log on but I'm long gone
I'm sorry
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty, I'm not online
How come you won't confront me unless you online?
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty, I'm not online
I feel like nobody when you're online
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Writer(s): Brad Paisley, Charles Du Bois, John Lovelace
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