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Çıkış Tarihi29 Mayıs 2026
FirmaTre Squad Family
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM85

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ibri
Ibri
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
I'bri Bratten
I'bri Bratten
Songwriter
Tinay Gaitwood
Tinay Gaitwood
Songwriter
Robin Gaitwood
Robin Gaitwood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stoic
Stoic
Producer

Şarkı sözleri

Love is most powerful because it serves as a fundamental and a psychological force
That binds individuals and communities
Love has various idioms
Mainly, love is blind
Love makes the world go round
Love conquers all
Love trumps hate
Love is a gamble
Love being without risk is an impossibility, like war is without death
Love ain't always sold
Everything that glitters, ain't always gold
Sad, but its cool
You just gotta move on to the next
Move on to the next
Move on to the next hoe
Love ain't always sold
Everything that glitters, ain't always gold
Sad, but its cool
You just gotta move on to the next
Move on to the next
Move on to the next hoe
Her name was Giselle
She was really dope as hell
She always did her nails, and slicked her baby hairs with gel
In love is where I fell
Check the bruises, can't you tell?
I would never tell no tales
Only facts, peep the details
I was young, my heart was frail
It felt like hell, we ain't prevail
Out of coins for the water, just know I still wish you well
She always had a problem with the way my name ring bells
It's sad, because if I went to jail, she'd still write me through the mail
Now, tell me if you've got the answers to this
Why is it, social media is the cancer to shit?
You start to see them switch, right as soon as you click
Man, ignorance is bliss
You're only as good as their fix
I get the gist
Move on, straight to the next plan
Another man's trash, just goes on straight to the next man
Treat 'em like Marvel, and keep that hoe as an ex man
Covers get blown, colors are shown
And I can't be more thankful for your iridescence, you know
Love ain't always sold
Everything that glitters, ain't always gold
Sad, but its cool
You just gotta move on to the next
Move on to the next
Move on to the next hoe
Love ain't always sold
Everything that glitters, ain't always gold
Sad, but its cool
You just gotta move on to the next
Move on to the next
Move on to the next hoe
Second girl was Gianna
Thought she'd be my baby mama
About five years of drama, induced me with hella trauma
Would've gave you the whole family you wanted, and all the commas
Crazy, even introduced your ass to my mama
Hella stories about this crazy hoe
Really tried to save you, yo
Hoes don't turn into housewives
I tried to beat the ratio
Gave my heart and world
It's really crazy how they play me though
Bitches gon be sick soon as they hear me on the radio
Now, do you got the answers to this?
Why is it, social media is the cancer to shit?
You start to see them switch, right as soon as you click
Man, ignorance is bliss
You're only as good as their fix
I get the gist
Move on, straight to the next plan
Another man's trash, just moves on straight to the next man
Treat her like Marvel, and keep that hoe as an ex man
Covers get blown, colors are shown
And I can't be more thankful for your iridescence, you know
Love ain't always sold
Everything that glitters, ain't always gold
Sad, but its cool
You just gotta move on to the next
Move on to the next
Move on to the next hoe
Love ain't always sold
Everything that glitters, ain't always gold
Sad, but its cool
You just gotta move on to the next
Move on to the next
Move on to the next hoe
Love, it was that teenage kind of love
Butterflies with bad timing
Late night phone calls and hearts scribbled on paper
Believed that forever could fit in a kiss under street lights
Back then love was louder, reckless, and raw
It ain't always forever
And it damn sure ain't always enough
Written by: I'bri Bratten, Robin Gaitwood, Tinay Gaitwood
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