Love Is Not A Transaction

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Hook Love ain't love no more, it's a transaction, Everybody calculating every interaction, "What can you do for me?" that's the main attraction, Love turned business, now it's all about the action. Love ain't love no more, it's a transaction, Trading hearts for status and financial satisfaction, Nobody wants the struggle, everybody wants the fraction, Love turned business, now it's all about the transaction. Verse 1 Met her at the right time, thought the vibe was real, Told me how she felt, said she'd always keep it real, But every conversation had a hidden kind of deal, Like she was checking my potential instead of how I feel. Asked me what I drive before she asked my dreams, Judging my success before she knew what I believe, Everybody looking for a lifestyle on a screen, Falling for the image while ignoring what's beneath. Used to think that love was about building from the dirt, Now they want the mansion before they put in any work, If your pockets getting low, suddenly they getting hurt, Funny how the loyalty disappears before the worst. Hook Love ain't love no more, it's a transaction, Everybody calculating every interaction, "What can you do for me?" that's the main attraction, Love turned business, now it's all about the action. Love ain't love no more, it's a transaction, Trading hearts for status and financial satisfaction, Nobody wants the struggle, everybody wants the fraction, Love turned business, now it's all about the transaction. Verse 2 I ain't saying everybody moving like a scam, But it's hard to find a person that'll love you for who I am, Not the money in the bank or the followers on the gram, But the soul behind the struggle and the person that I am. Real love used to mean standing through the rain, Nowadays some people leave the moment things change, Looking for the benefits instead of sharing pain, Treating relationships like a business exchange. I need somebody solid when the lights go dim, When the crowd disappears and the odds get slim, When the trophies gather dust and the future looks grim, Will you still hold me down or go searching for a win? Bridge Where the real ones at? Where the ride-or-dies? Where the people that stay When the money runs dry? Where the real love at? Not the gold, not the fame, Just two imperfect souls Trying to grow through the pain. Outro Maybe real love still exists somewhere out there, Beyond the contracts, beyond the social glare, A heart that doesn't measure what you got to share, Just a soul that truly cares. That's the kind of love I'm searching for.

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