Fake Love

These days, you can't even trust who you fuckin'
These days, niggas wanna hurt you for nothin'
These days, I don't even care for a title
These days, you're just gettin' fucked then recycled

(Never be the girl you can front on)
(Tired of sittin' here, writin' love songs)
(Hitmaka)

Leave me out the games this year
Don't wanna entertain no one, I'm so, so done with it
I ain't got no reason to cry (cry)
Standin' on my word this time
Can't even afford to reply back
'Cause you don't recognize where you lack at

Runnin' through the streets, chasin' every bad bitch (bitch)
Speakin' on me like we never had shit (shit)
Cut that nigga off, now it's no attachments (yeah)
I'll never be the girl you can front on
Tired of sittin' here, writin' love songs
'Cause you played me as if you wouldn't miss this
Now you here, dealin' with them consequences, yeah

Fake love at an all-time high
So, I don't mind bein' alone (I don't mind bein' alone)
As long as I got myself
I don't need nothin' from a soul (ooh)
Fake love at an all-time high
So, I don't mind bein' alone (I don't mind bein' alone)
As long as I got myself

Buy me nice things just to take 'em back when you're mad
Pick and choose when you wanna be a real man
Dipped on me, contradicted everything you claim to be
Heavy on the mood swings
Speak on how you cuff me to use me
How can I befriend you? Niggas out here playin' with my mental

These days, you can't even trust who you fuckin'
These days, niggas wanna hurt you for nothin'
These days, I don't even care for a title
These days, you're just gettin' fucked then recycled
And it ain't 'bout what you do, it's the principle (oh, oh, oh, oh)
When it come to me, be careful
I ain't got it in me to spare you, no

Fake love at an all-time high
So, I don't mind bein' alone (I don't mind bein' alone)
As long as I got myself
I don't need nothin' from a soul (I don't need nothin' from a soul)
Fake love at an all-time high
So, I don't mind bein' alone (I don't mind bein' alone)
As long as I got myself, oh-oh-oh

All these rumors in the streets (I don't need it)
All this anxiety (I don't need it)
Bad energy (I don't need it)
(Ooh, yeah, mm)
All that other shit you're on (I don't need it)
Yellin' at me through this phone (I don't need it)
All that attitude in your voice
Doin' me like I'm a second choice (I don't need it)

(I don't need it)
I don't need it (ooh)
I don't need it (ooh)
(Never be the girl you can front on)
(Tired of sittin' here, writin' love songs)



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Ward, Trinity Laure'ale Home, Joshua Parker, Tee Romano, Patron
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