Old-school girl, born in ’99
She don’t like Hennessy, she like to drink fine red wine
She don’t wanna overthink
She like to go and chase a bag
She like to have diamonds on everything
Five AM in Portland
Baby and I’m on it
Waiting for you to come back to me
Baby and I’m waiting girl
Baby and you trying to destroy every single part of me
Love is a losing game
Love is a losing game
You’re loving yours before you love yourself
That’s why this shit ain’t working
You could put your hand and reach for help
But you never ever learning
My phone right up on DND, yeah you disturbing
And I’m feeling all the pain
Oh, I’m ashamed
Baby it’s a game to you
But it ain’t a game to me
Thinking about me
They didn’t wanna see, all I’m tryna say
Love is a losing game
Love is a losing game
Love, love is a losing game
Love, love is a losing game
Love, love is a losing game
Love is a losing game
Love, love, love
Love is a losing game
