Fake Love (feat. Qupid Vandross)
This is where I wanted to be
This is who I wanted to be
I can't blame nobody else
So I gotta blame me
This is who I wanted to be
This is where I wanted to be
I can't blame nobody else
So I gotta blame me
I'll just blame me
I can't blame nobody else
So I guess I'll just blame me
Camera flashing, ready action Paparazzi steady asking
Fans or haters I can't tell
Bad bitches they just want me now
Fake love, that's what's all around Fake love, that's what's all around me
But This is where I wanted to be Can't be mad at no one else but me
Can't be mad at no one else but me Can't be mad at no one else but me
Cause This is where I wanted to be
Staring at my reflection Chillin' at the pool of life
Grown from a pawn to a king, not overnight
Everybody wants a piece of the pie but can't have a slice
Social pressure is all around
It happens daily
Catch me with out my strap, not really
Take care of the rap game like a newborn baby
Says she need a bag, bitch I'm in my bag
All I know is swag, all she do is brag I'm saluting that
Ass so fat that you know she's posting that
Three to four kids, gotta call her the brat
Knock it out the park when she says I'm next up to bat
Go paint a vivid picture with a little Kodak
Take a trip around the world
And still coming right back
Looking for that pot of gold or that rainbow
I put story and tales from hood on cable
Yeah, mm-mm
This is where I wanted to be
This is where I wanted to be
This is who I wanted to be
I can't blame nobody else
So I gotta blame me
This is who I wanted to be
This is where I wanted to be
I can't blame nobody else
So I gotta blame me
I'll just blame me
I can't blame nobody else
So I guess I'll just blame me
Camera flashing, ready action Paparazzi steady asking
Fans or haters I can't tell
Bad bitches they just want me now
Fake love, that's what's all around Fake love, that's what's all around me
But This is where I wanted to be Can't be mad at no one else but me
Can't be mad at no one else but me Can't be mad at no one else but me
Cause This is where I wanted to be
Staring at my reflection Chillin' at the pool of life
Grown from a pawn to a king, not overnight
Everybody wants a piece of the pie but can't have a slice
Social pressure is all around
It happens daily
Catch me with out my strap, not really
Take care of the rap game like a newborn baby
Says she need a bag, bitch I'm in my bag
All I know is swag, all she do is brag I'm saluting that
Ass so fat that you know she's posting that
Three to four kids, gotta call her the brat
Knock it out the park when she says I'm next up to bat
Go paint a vivid picture with a little Kodak
Take a trip around the world
And still coming right back
Looking for that pot of gold or that rainbow
I put story and tales from hood on cable
Yeah, mm-mm
This is where I wanted to be
This is where I wanted to be
Credits
Writer(s): Darren Gordon
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