Fake

Cuz shit it's getting late I mean really late as fuck
We was looking for a reason if we need I'll make it up
Yeah I feel a way you feel a way then say what's up
We was looking for the lines should we fake or should we, look

I'd be lying if I said you weren't always on my mind
But it's shit in the way know that's part of the grind like coffee
I see the caveats
Always watch our shit fall apart then
Put it back together in my heart of hearts
But that hope that's fostered as false as false gets
Running faucets a waste of resources
Detours in this bitch just tryna dodge the fraudulent
Can't tell what's auspice and what's artificed
When I want this shit so goddamn bad
Fraught just
Wondering if my ass confessing less selfish than holding off is
I know I'm a fox in the box in this bitch
But less Robin Hood than like Robin Thicke
Blurred Lines and I'm a piece of shit
Heard right I'm like Issa
Just get Insecure from an array of things
The way you saying things
Got me second guessing what's our way of being?
Can't stay like this forever afraid I see the frailties
Framed in freudian slips and the faintest flings of affection
Goddamnit if love ain't the strangest thing but

Cuz shit it's getting late I mean really late as fuck
We was looking for a reason if we need I'll make it up
Yeah I feel a way you feel a way then say what's up
We was looking for the lines should we fake or should we

Look, I ain't gon say nun oh no
What you gotta tell me bout iono
I ain't gon say nun oh no
What you gotta tell me bout iono
I ain't gon--oh no
What you got—iono
I ain't gon, oh, no, oh

I mean I just pay attention to the tension
Pressure, long looks and licentious line-crossing
Taking license with this shit, look I ain't tryna rot her ego
Mean what I say in the songs so she know
The dreams was J Cole I know she know
Kevin's heart keep ya tone low cuz it's sensitive
Really why we doing all the censorship? Why we keeping secrets
We could all see the shits boutta happen
Impending grip of the hopeless romance gone outta fashion
But the bounce back that mean it's real. Sean said that
I was out here tryna carry this cavalier with my Bron headass
Kept on pushing that line back
And I find that vitally boundaries nowadays so hard to finance
And your fine ass be finessing as shit anyways, what was the question?
Cuz shit I be questioning everything these days
Cuz if love can't be questioned is it love at all?
And if questions can't be questioned is your heart involved?
And if love is real then why the fuck I feel so fucking lonely?

Cuz shit it's getting late I mean really late as fuck
We was looking for a reason
If we need I'll make it up (up, up, up, up, up, up, up)
Yeah I feel a way you feel a way then say what's up (say what's up)
We was looking for the lines should we fake or should we

Look, I ain't gon say nun oh no
What you gotta tell me bout iono
I ain't gon say nun oh no
What you gotta tell me bout iono
I ain't gon--oh no
What you got—iono
I ain't gon, oh, no, oh, look

I done lost a lot of myself looking for the right one
Fuck I need a win buzzer beater when the time comes
(Buzzer beater when it, uh) I lost the plot
If we call this shit platonic
I'm just thinking we should wise up (we should wise up)

Cuz shit it's getting late I mean really late as fuck
We was looking for a reason if we need I'll make it up
Yeah I feel a way you feel a way then say what's up
We was looking for the lines should we fake or should we

Look, I ain't gon say nun oh no
What you gotta tell me bout iono
I ain't gon say nun oh no
What you gotta tell me bout iono
I ain't gon--oh no
What you got—iono
I ain't gon, oh, no, oh

I just don't like loving in spaces that I can't be honest