What Is Love?
What is up with the fake shit?
Fake bitch there were more, you the same shit
Woah
You can go and get fucked
Working my way for the Bentley Truck
What is up, what is up
Rolling round the city in the back of the truck like
Where to next, I swear God is giving me a test
What is love?
Is it real?
Is it fake?
Can it kill?
Is it just some useless statement?
Does it require heaps of patience?
Apologies for my lateness
I got carried away in my placement
I swear I'm going to be famous
I swear I'm going to be famous
Pickpocket, no more
Cash pocket, buy more
They ask me if I am bored
I love my music, I'm not bored
What is up with the fake shit?
Fake bitch there were more, you the same shit
Woah
You can go and get fucked
Working my way for the Bentley Truck
What is up, what is up
Rolling round the city in the back of the truck like
Where to next, I swear god is giving me a test
What is love?
Is it real?
Is it fake?
Can it kill?
Is it just some useless statement?
Does it require heaps of patience?
What is up with the fake shit?
Fake bitch there were more, you the same shit
Woah
You can go and get fucked
Working my way for the Bentley Truck
What is up, what is up
Rolling round the city in the back of the truck like
Where to next, I swear God is giving me a test
Fake bitch there were more, you the same shit
Woah
You can go and get fucked
Working my way for the Bentley Truck
What is up, what is up
Rolling round the city in the back of the truck like
Where to next, I swear God is giving me a test
What is love?
Is it real?
Is it fake?
Can it kill?
Is it just some useless statement?
Does it require heaps of patience?
Apologies for my lateness
I got carried away in my placement
I swear I'm going to be famous
I swear I'm going to be famous
Pickpocket, no more
Cash pocket, buy more
They ask me if I am bored
I love my music, I'm not bored
What is up with the fake shit?
Fake bitch there were more, you the same shit
Woah
You can go and get fucked
Working my way for the Bentley Truck
What is up, what is up
Rolling round the city in the back of the truck like
Where to next, I swear god is giving me a test
What is love?
Is it real?
Is it fake?
Can it kill?
Is it just some useless statement?
Does it require heaps of patience?
What is up with the fake shit?
Fake bitch there were more, you the same shit
Woah
You can go and get fucked
Working my way for the Bentley Truck
What is up, what is up
Rolling round the city in the back of the truck like
Where to next, I swear God is giving me a test
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Writer(s): Cody Keep
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