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Love Yourself Lyrics - Artist : Conor Maynard
For all the times that you rained on my parade
And all the clubs you get in using my name You think you broke my heart, oh girl for goodness sake You think I'm crying on my own, well I ain't And I didn't wanna write a song 'Cause I didn't want anyone thinking I still care I don't but, you still hit my phone up And baby I'll be movin' on And I think it should be something I don't wanna hold back Maybe you should know that My mama don't like you and she likes everyone And I never like to admit that I was wrong And I've been so caught up in my job Didn't see what's going on But now I know I'm better sleeping on my own 'Cause if you like the way you look that much Then baby you should go and love yourself And if you think that I'm still holdin' on to something You should go and love yourself But when you told me that you hated my friends The only problem was with you and not them And everytime you told me my opinion was wrong And tried to make me forget where I came from And I didn't wanna write a song 'Cause I didn't want anyone thinking I still care I don't but, you still hit my phone up And baby I'll be movin' on And I think it should be something I don't wanna hold back Maybe you should know that My mama don't like you and she likes everyone And I never like to admit that I was wrong And I've been so caught up in my job Didn't see what's going on But now I know I'm better sleeping on my own 'Cause if you like the way you look that much Then baby you should go and love yourself And if you think that I'm still holdin' on to something You should go and love yourself Ah yeah yeah [Anth:] Good days Better nights No stress No fights Cold drinks City lights This is what I used to call the good life Ha, and now I tell myself Staring at my cell phone just won't help Keeping all the clothes on my top left shelf is only gonna keep me in this hell, oh well So wow, stumble at the hotel lobby Looking for a cab to the afterparty Tryna fit five girls in the back The only thing on my mind is where the hell you at Are you with your new man? Fuck, drink drink Are you making new plans? Fuck, drink drink Bottles 'til I can't stand, can't think, think I can't think, can't think So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone Wait for me to come home |
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