No Love

You gotta lot to say
Ok
Grab the mic
cnd I take aim
You think we're both the same thing?
I came to mame and rearrange
Your fucking mainframe
You fucked up dude
I'm not in the mood
To include
Bitch wannabes
Just like you
Show some gratitude
That I include you
To dinner
But it's bon appetite
You're the food dude
I love my fuckin haters
My indicators
Traitors, seekin' favors
I'm chasin' layers of paper
Y'all come and go
Like flavas of vapors
Bitch it's dinner time
You're my fucking waiter
See ya later

You don't love me
You love the thought of me though
You don't love me
You love the thought of me though

It still ain't the same
Middle finger to the fakes
It'll be ok
That's what momma say
She also said to pray
Hit up church every Sunday
Just portray at least half way
You believe that god makes it ok
But the dismay when you betray
It's like your friends repay
With disdain
cnd just forget your first name
Yeah
Tell me bout love
Kind of
Most of
What is it you speak of
What you're proud of
You're so deprived of
I'm tired of
This love
You say I'm unworthy of
If that's the case
Shut the fuck up!