Brent Faiyaz - Where Did the Love Go lyrics

[Intro: Cordae] A fu*kin' Dodge Stratus Deadass Expressing myself Oh my god, I'm about to [Verse 1: Cordae] Uh, where did the love go It seems like the world filled with hatred God forbid that you make it And your bank account ain't basic Your girl above average You a person with some status You switch to a Ferrari from a fu*kin' Dodge Stratus They saying that you changed They can't understand or grasp it Goddamn what a tragic Should've saw it like magic If it ever disappear, realize who really here The fake love and real love is all crystal clear I can see that sh*t from mileage away Talkin sh*t but always smilе in my face Never been proudеr to say I don't want no fake friends on some industry sh*t Being real is one way to gain enemies quick [Chorus: Brent Faiyaz] Ooh (Mmm), had to shake these demons up off of me Ooh (Mmm-mmm), don't want sh*t ni**as offerin' Ooh (Mmm, ooh yeah), 'nother lost boy is awful She just struck a chord, like guitar, for me Found a new joy, I thank God for it [Verse 2: Cordae] I know the bills late, rent is due, sh*tty job interviews So when a ni**a vent to you My problems seem miniscule How dare I complain about the spoils of fame Its a ni**a that will crash out to get up in my lane See I don't have a therapist this rap sh*t I cherish it And venting on the mic quite frankly is embarrassing But this the only way I can express myself We all tryna find the answers I can't guess myself Last year I was broke as fu*k and doors wouldn't open up Now I can't roll with us somebody grab the robituss' I'm sick of this Feeling caged in like Nicholas Blood pressure high stress levels is ridiculous But never woe is me, this is therapeutic poetry And I don't tell nobody about my problems so hopefully This will have a muthafu*kin snowball effect Don't mope all depressed just know y'all the blessed one Love [Bridge: Logic & Brent Faiyaz] Yeah, yeah (Ooh-ah, save yourself) Rattpack, mothafu*ker, what's up? (Ooh-ah) Haha, you know you gotta put a stamp on it, ayy (Don't need no help) [Verse 3: Logic] Destined for a life behind bars But now where I'm living is gated, I made it Made million on millions I'm elated But never outdated I move with the times Do whatever suits me like Louis Vuitton one of a kind, the don A legend that's destined to pass the baton and so on I don't mean to go on, but (Go on), okay, fine I'ma get mine No shade let me shine in due time My rhyme is nothing but classic Most people fake nothing but plastic get ya ass kicked Quit take a sip b*tches know I'm packin like a trip Now get the fu*k off my dick, I'm just a man Bullsh*t make me sick, good pussy make me cum Most never make it where I'm from Feel these kicks in my soul Getting money was the goal now its be a good person What you thinkin' 'bout? What you thinkin' 'bout? What you thinkin' 'bout, Bobby? [Outro: Brent Faiyaz] Yeah Ooh-ah, save yourself Ooh-ah, don't need no help