Fake Love

Fake love, I give up

I been fucking with my ex too much

She been fucking with my head too much

Giving me all that, giving me all that

Fake love, we break up

Still fucking with my ex too much

She been fucking with my head too much

Giving me all that, giving me all that

My friends think she’s crazy

I think she’s spacey

She’s got me up in heartbreak crying like a baby

Begging her to stay with me

When all she does is play with me

Imma need some therapy

For the shit she say to me

I been moving on

Pretty boys on the dance floor

I’mma take him home and show ‘him how my heart roars

I’mma make ‘him scream … show him all my abilities

I said I want a queen but that don’t mean that it’s a she, yeah

We on the come up and the world is gonna know it

Hippie movement for the modern day, and a poet and the know it all

You see my at lowest but I’m far from a fall now

She can’t break them all, no

Didn’t Come to shows, no

I ain’t gonna be alone on the side stage

I’ve seen that blonde baby shouting out my name

He knows how to praise and I Caught him with my gaze, yeah

He can drive the fast lane

Hundred miles, okay

Fake love, I give up

I been fucking with my ex too much

She been fucking with my head too much

Giving me all that, giving me all that

Fake love, we break up

Still fucking with my ex too much

She been fucking with my head too much

Giving me all that, giving me all that

My exes hit me up for credit, it’s okay I kinda get it

What if it's over all over Reddit?

You can say your account has credit

But inspiration don’t get you nowhere

My attorney knows I’m the only writer on here

No, I don’t believe in ghostwriters

Just believe in coattail riders

Lit cigarettes with gold lighters

If They coming for me I’ll be in designer

I wrote a song that you inspired

And if you don’t like that

Why you’d date a songwriter?

Why you’d date a songwriter?

I’ve been moving on

Pretty boy on the dance floor

I’ve been singing songs

Pretty queen on the dance floor

I’ve been moving on

Pretty boy on the dance floor

I’ve been singing songs

Pretty queen on the dance floor

I ain’t gonna be alone on the side stage

I’ve seen that blonde baby shouting out my name

He knows how to praise and I caught him with my gaze, yeah

He can drive the fast lane

Hundred miles, okay

Fake love, I give up

I been fucking with my ex too much

She been fucking with my head too much

Giving me all that, giving me all that

Fake love, we break up

Still fucking with my ex too much

She been fucking with my head too much

Giving me all that, giving me all that