What Sucks About Love
Woke up to, and
The taste of alcohol, and
Last night I lost it all
I said some stupid things, and
You said you hate my friends, and
Then we broke up again
They say we're young and we're dumb
And we don't prove 'em wrong
We are, I know we are
I'm still tryna figure out
What this shit is about
Here's all I learned this far
What sucks about love, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Love, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
What sucks about love is that it ends
They say that we will, but won't be friends (Won't be)
I've heard that love is blind, but
You see flaws all the time, or
At least you see all mine (Ooh)
We can't get nothing right
We always make up when we [?] and fight, I
I think that's what you like
They say we're young and we're dumb
And we don't prove 'em wrong
We are, I know we are
I'm still tryna figure out
What this shit is about
Here's all I learned this far
What sucks about love, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Love, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
What sucks about love is that it ends (Hey)
They say that we will, but won't be friends (Won't be friends)
We won't be friends (Hey, hey)
We won't be friends, yeah
Time and time again, I been tryna
When you go wandering 'round
I ain't tryna deny a dollar
I ain't tryna be shy and die
You know what it is, you ain't tryna lose
You ain't shawty, baby, I ain't tryna choose
I've been in it for a long time
Give me good pussy that is all mine
I gon' hop in a
When she pull up, it's Tony Montana
And that pussy is
I'ma pull up around her
I'ma pull up around her
She to have a border
[?] at the border when I'm in Atlanta
Hard to love you, but baby, I'm tryna
What sucks about love, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Ooh)
Love, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
What sucks about love is that it ends (Love is that it ends)
They say that we will, but won't be friends
What sucks about love, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Love, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Ooh)
What sucks about love is that it ends
They say that we will, but won't be friends (Won't be friends, yeah)
We won't
(We won't be friends, yeah)
Wo-o-on't be
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The taste of alcohol, and
Last night I lost it all
I said some stupid things, and
You said you hate my friends, and
Then we broke up again
They say we're young and we're dumb
And we don't prove 'em wrong
We are, I know we are
I'm still tryna figure out
What this shit is about
Here's all I learned this far
What sucks about love, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Love, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
What sucks about love is that it ends
They say that we will, but won't be friends (Won't be)
I've heard that love is blind, but
You see flaws all the time, or
At least you see all mine (Ooh)
We can't get nothing right
We always make up when we [?] and fight, I
I think that's what you like
They say we're young and we're dumb
And we don't prove 'em wrong
We are, I know we are
I'm still tryna figure out
What this shit is about
Here's all I learned this far
What sucks about love, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Love, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
What sucks about love is that it ends (Hey)
They say that we will, but won't be friends (Won't be friends)
We won't be friends (Hey, hey)
We won't be friends, yeah
Time and time again, I been tryna
When you go wandering 'round
I ain't tryna deny a dollar
I ain't tryna be shy and die
You know what it is, you ain't tryna lose
You ain't shawty, baby, I ain't tryna choose
I've been in it for a long time
Give me good pussy that is all mine
I gon' hop in a
When she pull up, it's Tony Montana
And that pussy is
I'ma pull up around her
I'ma pull up around her
She to have a border
[?] at the border when I'm in Atlanta
Hard to love you, but baby, I'm tryna
What sucks about love, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Ooh)
Love, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
What sucks about love is that it ends (Love is that it ends)
They say that we will, but won't be friends
What sucks about love, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Love, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Ooh)
What sucks about love is that it ends
They say that we will, but won't be friends (Won't be friends, yeah)
We won't
(We won't be friends, yeah)
Wo-o-on't be
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Lars Ankerstjerne, Nicky Furdal, Andreas Myre Odbjerg, Amanda Borjeson, Malthe Rostrup, Chris Burton
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