Girl on the Internet (feat. Bori$got$auce)

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 So why should I take a chance on you when I don't even know the truth 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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)