Girl on the Internet

Baby, my heart can’t take your love
If you don’t show me who you are
I’m sick and tired of all these thoughts
In my head

Baby, if you turn out to be fake
Fooling me with every breath you take
I can only see you as just another
Girl on the internet

Are you sending pictures of somebody else
Got that ulzzang face I can’t really tell
Classic conditional name doesn’t ring a bell
You say you’re from metro but your IG stories don’t sell

Why are you telling me all these lies
Setting up my own demise
Even angels hear my cries (yeah)

When you talk to me online
You have got some alibis
That you’re chatting other guys on my time yeah

Why should I take a chance on you
Why should I take a chance

Borisgotsauce with the Louis bag, Rockstar jeans
I’m the real deal, I got money (cash, cash, cash)
What the fuck you mean?
Damn, you so freaky
Why you sending me nudes?
Don’t want to be rude
But I’m not in the mood

You’s a fuck hoe
I knew you’s a fake
Should've known better
Now my emotions go to waste (bitch)
I cut you off like a switchblade (slash)
Like Kobe Bryant, bitch, I fade away (yeah yeah)

Internet girls
You are my world
Internet girls
You can enter my world