Chris Burton feat. Tory Lanez Lyrics
"What Sucks About Love"

Woke up to missed calls, and
The taste of alcohol, and
Last night I lost it all
I said some stupid things, and
You said you hate my friends, and
Then we broke up again

They say we're young and we're dumb
And we don't prove 'em wrong
We are, I know we are
I'm still tryna figure out
What this sh- is about
Here's all I learned this far

What sucks about love, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Love, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
What sucks about love is that it ends
We say that we will, but we won't be friends (Won't be)

I've heard that love is blind, but
You see flaws all the time, or
At least you see all mine (Ooh)
We can't get nothing right
We always make up when we fuss and fight, I
I think that's what you like

They say we're young and we're dumb
And we don't prove 'em wrong
We are, I know we are
I'm still tryna figure out
What this sh- is about
Here's all I learned this far

What sucks about love, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Love, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
What sucks about love is that it ends (Hey)
We say that we will, but we won't be friends (Won't be friends, yeah)

We won't be friends (Hey, hey)
(We won't be friends, yeah)
We won't be friends, yeah

Time and time again, I been tryna win
You been wondering why and why again
I ain't tryna deny and doubt again
I ain't tryna be shy and die again
You know what it is, you ain't tryna lose
You ain't shawty, baby, I ain't tryna choose
I've been in it for a long time
Give me good pussy, got a strong mind
I'm gon' hop in a sauna
When she pull up, it's Tony Montana
And that pussy smell like Tropicana
I'ma pull up on her in a nana
I'ma pull up on her in a rounder
She done seen a (?) out the border
Walkin' at the border when I'm in Atlanta
I don't love you, but baby, I'm tryna

What sucks about love, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Ooh)
Love, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
What sucks about love is that it ends (Love is that it ends)
They say that we will, but won't be friends
What sucks about love, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Love, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Ooh)
What sucks about love is that it ends
We say that we will, but we won't be friends (Won't be friends, yeah)

Won't be
(We won't be friends, yeah)
Won't be
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)