$elling Fantasies
Its all smoke and mirrors
Remember what you said to me?
You sell people a fantasy
Im selling fantasies
Im selling dreams
I can tell a bitch anything I want
She still gone fuck with me
Don't play around I dick her down
And now she stuck on me
Passing round this rumor "I'm a hoe"
But still be tryna see wassup with me
Cause they swear that Ima bad guy
When shit don't go they way
Get that shit out my face
It ain't no sad eyes
It aint no sympathy
These hoes gone take your place
Cause Im just selling fantasies
Im selling fantasies
Cause Im just selling fantasies
Im selling fantasies
Cause they swear that Ima bad guy
When shit don't go they way
Get that shit out my face
It aint no sad eyes
It aint no sympathy
These hoes gone take your place
Cause Im just selling fantasies
Im selling fantasies
Cause Im just selling fantasies
Im selling fantasies
Why would I be tender bout the last bitch?
When the next one tend to fuck better
Always tripping bout the little things I do
I always upset her
Don't give if I was to lose her
She always fuck with losers
Its an unholy matrimony screaming hallelujah
Look you deep up in your eyes might snatch your soul
You know how that go
And I can check your present, future, past
To see if you was a hoe
Been having thoughts of being an actor
Cause I can play my role
Roll up the blunt this gas a factor
It got me in my mode
Im off this gas it got me energized
Got me energized
Everything I do they like to criticize
Like to criticize
And they don't know how a nigga feel inside
How I feel inside
Tell them frauds they need to pick a side
Need to pick a side
Im selling fantasies
Im selling dreams
I can tell a bitch anything I want
She still gone fuck with me
Don't play around I dick her down
And now she stuck on me
Passing round this rumor "Im a hoe"
But still be tryna see wassup with me
Cause they swear that Ima bad guy
When shit don't go they way
Get that shit out my face
It aint no sad eyes
It aint no sympathy
These hoes gone take your place
Cause Im just selling fantasies
Im selling fantasies
Cause Im just selling fantasies
Im selling fantasies
Cause they swear that Ima bad guy
When shit don't go they way
Get that shit out my face
It aint no sad eyes
It aint no sympathy
These hoes gone take your place
Cause Im just selling fantasies
Im selling fantasies
Cause Im just selling fantasies
Im selling fantasies
Bitch gone ask stupid questions
Like "Why you love me"
I did not reply
Told me the truth hurts but you get mad right when I tell a lie
Want me to follow yo commands and kiss yo ass la bitch Im not that guy
Thats why I wouldn't get mad if you was to leave
Cause you was never mine
Used to question all the shit you did
But fuck it bitch nevermind
Couldn't get off on a nigga
See through your bullshit it was televised
You fuck up then try to manipulate me with them teary eyes
Fuck all your feelings not gone say Im sorry won't apologize
I feel like I'm out my body
Shit don't make me excited
It's so much shit be running through my brain
So i just get to writing
Ain't gone give a damn bout how you feel
Long as these hoes like me
Man I'm just selling fantasies
Fuck how you feel about it
Remember what you said to me?
You sell people a fantasy
Im selling fantasies
Im selling dreams
I can tell a bitch anything I want
She still gone fuck with me
Don't play around I dick her down
And now she stuck on me
Passing round this rumor "I'm a hoe"
But still be tryna see wassup with me
Cause they swear that Ima bad guy
When shit don't go they way
Get that shit out my face
It ain't no sad eyes
It aint no sympathy
These hoes gone take your place
Cause Im just selling fantasies
Im selling fantasies
Cause Im just selling fantasies
Im selling fantasies
Cause they swear that Ima bad guy
When shit don't go they way
Get that shit out my face
It aint no sad eyes
It aint no sympathy
These hoes gone take your place
Cause Im just selling fantasies
Im selling fantasies
Cause Im just selling fantasies
Im selling fantasies
Why would I be tender bout the last bitch?
When the next one tend to fuck better
Always tripping bout the little things I do
I always upset her
Don't give if I was to lose her
She always fuck with losers
Its an unholy matrimony screaming hallelujah
Look you deep up in your eyes might snatch your soul
You know how that go
And I can check your present, future, past
To see if you was a hoe
Been having thoughts of being an actor
Cause I can play my role
Roll up the blunt this gas a factor
It got me in my mode
Im off this gas it got me energized
Got me energized
Everything I do they like to criticize
Like to criticize
And they don't know how a nigga feel inside
How I feel inside
Tell them frauds they need to pick a side
Need to pick a side
Im selling fantasies
Im selling dreams
I can tell a bitch anything I want
She still gone fuck with me
Don't play around I dick her down
And now she stuck on me
Passing round this rumor "Im a hoe"
But still be tryna see wassup with me
Cause they swear that Ima bad guy
When shit don't go they way
Get that shit out my face
It aint no sad eyes
It aint no sympathy
These hoes gone take your place
Cause Im just selling fantasies
Im selling fantasies
Cause Im just selling fantasies
Im selling fantasies
Cause they swear that Ima bad guy
When shit don't go they way
Get that shit out my face
It aint no sad eyes
It aint no sympathy
These hoes gone take your place
Cause Im just selling fantasies
Im selling fantasies
Cause Im just selling fantasies
Im selling fantasies
Bitch gone ask stupid questions
Like "Why you love me"
I did not reply
Told me the truth hurts but you get mad right when I tell a lie
Want me to follow yo commands and kiss yo ass la bitch Im not that guy
Thats why I wouldn't get mad if you was to leave
Cause you was never mine
Used to question all the shit you did
But fuck it bitch nevermind
Couldn't get off on a nigga
See through your bullshit it was televised
You fuck up then try to manipulate me with them teary eyes
Fuck all your feelings not gone say Im sorry won't apologize
I feel like I'm out my body
Shit don't make me excited
It's so much shit be running through my brain
So i just get to writing
Ain't gone give a damn bout how you feel
Long as these hoes like me
Man I'm just selling fantasies
Fuck how you feel about it
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Writer(s): Cameron Dean
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