COURTNEY

Well, was this time well spent
But I don't feel that way
I don't know
To leave and where to go
There's something there
Something there
Something
Something rare
In what we dream
(Cus we are)
We are birthed from pain
With worth to someone
Ain't no camera so stop with that act
Aye
You wind up spending what's probably your last,
Check
She worked the party and thought she was on
He at the party posting pictures and standing by the wall
Fake bitches and fake niggas
They all in love
Fake friends and fake business
That's all that's up
I've seen it often
I see it often
If the money ain't locked in
Then we ain't talking
It's who we are
And it's to a fault
That we play this game
It ain't never change
Just another lie
To another world
And another try
At a different life
It's who we are
It's who we are
It's who we are
It's who we are