No Amore

Mi amor
Said she don't love me no amore
Mi amor, mi amor
Said she don’t love me no amore
Mi amor, mi amor
Said she don’t love me no amore
Mi amor, mi amor
Said she don’t love me no amore

Said she don’t love me no more, but did she really love me before?
Just last week we were fucking on the floor, said she don’t feel me no more
Mi amor, you're the first thing I think about in the morning
Used to dream about you when my eyes were open
Now you're calling me your ex man like I’m Logan
Girl you're so frozen, thought we were close
Just to let you know I would've proposed
But she don’t wanna be

Mi amor
Said she don't love me no amore
Mi amor, mi amor
Said she don’t love me no amore
Mi amor, mi amor
Said she don’t love me no amore
Mi amor, mi amor
Said she don’t love me no amore

Woke up off a bar to a text from my babe like “hey, whats the day today?”
I'm like “It’s Saturday”
She's like “nah, its my birthday”
Shit ended in the worst way
Day I lost you, it felt like the worst day
Been dwelling on the past, how you threw it back like Thursday
Babe you really hurt me, never got you no gifts so you curse me
Valentines day I went away
No kisses, no Hershey for

Mi amor
Said she don't love me no amore
Mi amor, mi amor
Said she don’t love me no amore
Mi amor, mi amor
Said she don’t love me no amore
Mi amor, mi amor
Said she don’t love me no amore

Mi amor, she said she don’t love me no amore
So I poured a 4 and I called four whores
Done[?] off the drugs, that’s a order more
Ran outta blunts, hit the corner store
On tour got sluts on all fours
In that four door Porsche when I ride it raw
Yeah I gotta go fast, leave you in the past
Shoulda known it wouldn't last
Cause I got shorties in Shoreditch, and they’re singing my chorus
With these JA tings, and they're thicker than porridge
Now your calls I’m ignoring, you’re no longer important
I’m 23, you’re overseas
Euro stepping in my Jordans

Mi amor
Said she don't love me no amore
Mi amor, mi amor
Said she don’t love me no amore
Mi amor, mi amor
Said she don’t love me no amore
Mi amor, you're a whore
Girl I don’t need you no more

Hearing all that talk made me sick (toxic)
We used to 69 in the Six
Now I ain’t got no time for no bitch (timeless)
‘Cause now I’m on my grind, on my shit
Flick of the wrist to the clitoris yeah, yeah
Just a little flick of the wrist to the clitoris, yeah