Shit Ain’t True

Frank:
Don’t let em front you
To saying you can’t move without em
Fuck em I tell em this ain’t new
We been some hustlers since it began dude
Ain’t gon’ be trippin ova some bitch ass dude
They so vain I tell em this ain’t you
You keep it sensitive but this shit ain’t true
These niggas can’t do nothing that I can’t do
That she can’t do
That he can’t do
That you can’t do
That we can’t do

On a Saturday night, right before five a.m.
You broke up with me via an SMS
I wasn’t even worth a phone call to you
But that’s okay cos that shit wasn’t true

I would maybe cry but I already knew
That you were lying when you said ‘I love you’
I could see right through you and I knew what you meant
Glad you didn’t go on faking your love for rent, oh no

Frank:
Don’t let em front you
To saying you can’t move without em
Fuck em I tell em this ain’t new
We been some hustlers since it began dude
Ain’t gon’ be trippin ova some bitch ass dude
They so vain I tell em this ain’t you
You keep it sensitive but this shit ain’t true
These niggas can’t do nothing that I can’t do
That she can’t do
That he can’t do
That you can’t do
That we can’t do

Ray:
I’ve been meaning to tell you oh so many things
But you never shut up to let me chip in
Always spent my money, cos you never had any
Bitch, you ain’t half as good a catch as you think

For my birthday you didn’t even get me a card
Guess the problem was a message you would have to write
Only thing I’ve done wrong was sticking with you so long
Love has made me stupid, but now it is gone, oh, gone

Frank:
Don’t let em front you
To saying you can’t move without em
Fuck em I tell em this ain’t new
We been some hustlers since it began dude
Ain’t gon’ be trippin ova some bitch ass dude
They so vain I tell em this ain’t you
You keep it sensitive but this shit ain’t true
These niggas can’t do nothing that I can’t do
That she can’t do
That he can’t do
That you can’t do
That we can’t do

Ray:
I knew you loved my money
It was quite obvious, honey
You liked the blowjobs, I could tell
In bed we did quite well
So please stop calling every week
Telling me how you’d like to meet
I loved you till the very end
But I’ve no interest in you as a friend

When you texted me up the other night
To tell me that you miss me and don’t wanna fight
All I could think of was, you deadbeat
If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it
Why would I even want to have you as a friend?
To give you some more money that you could spend?
There’s nothing that I want to do with you
Stop calling me bitch, cos that shit ain’t true!

Frank:
Don’t let em front you
To saying you can’t move without em
Fuck em I tell em this ain’t new
We been some hustlers since it began dude
Ain’t gon’ be trippin ova some bitch ass dude
And nigga if I did it I think you can too
These niggas can’t do nothing that I can’t do
That she can’t do
That he can’t do
That you can’t do
That we can’t do
Man I had a dream and that shit became true
These niggas can’t do nothing that I can’t do
That she can’t
That he can’t do
That you can’t do

(Ocean/Grant) Contains sample of “American Wedding” as performed by Frank Ocean.