No Strings

Got a lot of bags, seen a lot of dough
Regardless of our youth, time still played its role
As I'm headin' on down hotel lobby
She just wrote me back, she ain't comin' back

So I'm just slowly coming loose
I'm blowing through these clouds
You let go of my string
Crazy, must be fucking crazy
I'm all dried out
Maybe it's by design
I see the signs

You don't love me no more
You don't love me no more
You don't love me no more
She don't love me no more
Well, I'm flying 'cause she let go
(She don't love you)

Diesel gas in my Dutch
Step out front, car pulls up
Where she at? Undisclosed
Losin' hope, broken home
She's probably backseat fuckin' on the east side, yeah
You sure know how to make my day
You sure know how to break my faith

Becomin' a stranger
I did my best to turn it around
But I couldn't tame ya
Back to the house, yeah, we called it home until now
Ain't no way to cope
Ain't nowhere to go

I'm just floating, cut me loose
I'm blowing through these clouds
You let go of my string (say you let go of my string, what did you do?)
Crazy, must be fucking crazy (ooh)
I'm all dried out
Maybe it's by design
I see the signs

You don't love me no more
You don't love me no more
You don't love me no more
She don't love me no more
I tried, ooh
But she let go (she let it go)

She don't love me no more
She, she don't want me no more
She, she don't need me no more
She, she don't trust me no more
Oh, we ain't nothin' no more
Ain't, ain't got nothin' no more
She don't love me no more
She don't want me no more
Oh, she don't want me no more
She don't trust me no more



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Allen, Nate Mercereau, Mark Gregory Weiner, Phabian Iman Alex Graham Prince, Victor Roberto Menacho, Kyle Dion Branham
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