Don't show me love, don't show me love Don't show me love, don't show me no love ...Mmmm, I've been up all night Mmmm, took too much this time Mmmm, wrapped around my thoughts, like What's the hour for wilted roses And what's the best time to leave you broken She'll leave you broken, I know Said what's the hour for wilted roses And what's the best time She'll leave you broken in this rhyme I know you feel me You check this Insta on the daily It's crazy, know you been me thinking bout me lately Baby I know Cause maybe I'm just as lost Internet to go fix my heart But it'll tear it apart It'll tear it apart These comments fade in the dark And I'm starting to Get sick of it I'm sick of this, sick of hits Won't waste another click Perpetuate a single image Only on here to connect to other artists With a vision But still I'm tripping up Expecting me to blow up Interpret this kinda content as persona I'm appalled Don't get involved Said don't get involved No DMs or calls, no Click City It's Click, Click City Click City, It's Click, Click City Coming home Click City, to Click, Click City All this time and you spend it on your phone, no Walking 'round town like you've something to do We already know They way that you move Step with your heart on your sleeve But you're guarded it seems Like you been hurt so you put up a wall And press reverse Know it's rehearsed When that caption be like Living my best life Late at night she feeling maybe otherwise And other lies Catered to the masses Sleep on egotistical, this inflatable mattress What's the hour for wilted roses And what's the best time to leave you broken She'll leave you broken I know Say what's the hour for wilted roses And what's the best time She'll leave you broken in this rhyme Just let that shit breathe Just let that shit go Just let this feeling sit Just let these words flow