Illusion of love

###Verse 1: ... love’s a game, they play it like Monopoly, Stacking up those hearts, but it feel like a mockery, Promises whispered sweet, now that's comedy, Fake smiles on the gram, man, it's just a parody. Swipe right, swipe left, it’s all for the clout, “Baby, I love you,” then they’re outta your house, Caught up in the hype, with no thought about the route, Sayin' "Forever," but they ghost when it’s time to bounce. (Haha!) ### Chorus: Love ain't real, nah, it’s just a mirage, People out here frontin’, puttin’ on a barrage, Laughin' at the dreams, that we paint like a collage, Yayaya, who needs it? This ain’t no garage. ### Verse 2: Got your heart in a box, like a gift that's unopened, In this Tinder life, we get broken and broken, Talkin' ‘bout “ride or die,” but they barely even coastin’, They’re just here for the likes, man, that truth I'm exposin’. "Love you to the moon," but they ain't even launchin', Got me rollin’ my eyes, yeah, keep that shit launchin’, A marathon of fake, ain't no one here runnin’, Just a race to the exit while your heart’s still pumpin'. (Damn!) ### Chorus: Love ain't real, nah, it’s just a mirage, People out here frontin’, puttin’ on a barrage, Laughin' at the dreams, that we paint like a collage, Nanana, who needs it? This ain’t no garage. ### Bridge: Pour one out for the lovers who played it all wrong, Thought they had the b**t, but couldn’t hold the song, Now they single, livin’ free, just singin’ their own song, 'Cause when love’s a joke, you gotta laugh along. (Hahaha!) ### Verse 3: But let me be clear, not all love is a trick, There’s genuine vibes, through the chaos we flick, Just sift through the fakes, find the one who’s legit, But until then, let’s roast, ‘cause that’s how we k**k! So “I love you” can wait, till the vibe’s truly right, For now, let’s just vibe, chillin’ deep in the night, No pressure, no stress, just the moon’s silver light, This love game’s a circus, but I’m ready to f***t. (Ayy!) ### Chorus: Love ain't real, nah, it’s just a mirage, People out here frontin’, puttin’ on a barrage, Laughin' at the dreams, that we paint like a collage, Yayaya, who needs it? This ain’t no garage. ### Outro: So here’s to the lovers, the fakes and the true, Raisin’ a glass to the ones who see through, Stay wild, stay free, do whatever you do, And if love’s a joke, just laugh – who knew? (Hahaha!)