I just can’t leave love alone Ain’t it funny how love can make you fly Funny how love can make you feel Crush you like a ton of steel Fake you out, make you think it’s real Funny how love can make you feel, yeah Sweetest buzz and the highest high

Oh, the good life, full of fun seems to be the ideal Mm, the good life lets you hide all the sadness you feel You won't really fall in love for you can't take the chance So please be honest with yourself, don't try to fake romance It's the good life to

I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

You can pretty lie and say it's okay You can pretty smile and just walk away Pretty much fake your way through anything But you can't cry pretty You can't turn off the flood when the dam breaks When all your mascara is going to waste When things get

I bet she love, love I bet she love All this fake love got me damaged I can't take it, I just popped another xanny I'm fuckin' on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don't plan it, yeah It's

Before I cry Hurry up, hurry up 'Cause I'm gonna cry If you say you don't need me I'm gonna cry if you act like you don't care Promise me, baby, you know I can't fake it Why don't you hold me? Tell me you love me Before I lose you

You can pretty lie and say it's okay You can pretty smile and just walk away Pretty much fake your way through anything But you can't cry pretty You can't turn off the flood when the dam breaks When all your mascara is going to waste When things get

I'm just waiting 'til I'm eighteen She told me to meet her there, I cannot afford the bus fare, I'm not old enough for her, So tell me what else can I do? I bought my fake ID for you You got me waiting in a queue, For a bar I can't get into, I'm not old

I am a winner, can't lose I am a winner, can't lose, yeah I might pull up in the coupe, yeah Yeah my car don't got no roof, yeah All that fake shit be killin' my mood Keep on winnin', I can't lose, yeah I am not worried 'bout you Winnin', winnin',

You fake it, mistake it Fuck it away Your lying is trying I see right through your soul Can't help but feel this cold But this city made me so Bitterness infested, justice is molested