no love

Hate Sentimental Love Bullshit Verse 1 I hate sentimental love bullshit, that's true, All them movie scenes ain't nothing I do, I ain't writing poems by the candlelight glow, I'd rather crack a joke and let the good times roll, People talk forever 'bout fate and destiny, I'm just trying to keep it real, that's the best of me, No fake promises, no fairy-tale script, Just a straight-up man with a loose-lipped wit. Chorus I hate sentimental love bullshit, that's a fact, All them cheesy little lines ain't where I'm at, But if I'm smiling and I'm buying you a drink, You might be making me feel more than I think. Verse 2 I ain't the type to send a hundred red roses, Or stare at the stars making wild diagnoses, I don't need violins playing in the rain, I like laughter, good company, and keeping it plain, You won't catch me quoting lines from a romance show, But I'll show up when it matters, that's how I roll, Actions speak louder than words people say, And that's been my style since day one anyway. Verse 3 Now don't get it twisted, I can care a lot, I just ain't built to be something I'm not, Some folks whisper sweet nothings all day long, Then disappear the minute something goes wrong, I'd rather tell the truth than put on a disguise, No sugar-coated stories, no smoke in my eyes, What you see is what you get, take it or leave it, I'd rather earn your trust than constantly preach it. Chorus I hate sentimental love bullshit, that's a fact, All them cheesy little lines ain't where I'm at, But if I'm smiling and I'm buying you a drink, You might be making me feel more than I think. Verse 4 Maybe I'm rough around the edges, I'll admit, Never been the prince in a storybook script, But I know how to laugh, and I know how to stay, When the shine wears off and the thrill fades away, I ain't chasing perfection, that ain't my game, Just looking for somebody who can handle the same, A little bit stubborn, a little bit wild, Still carrying the grin of a troublemaking child. Verse 5 So keep the greeting cards and heart-shaped balloons, The over-the-top speeches and the lovesick tunes, I'd rather spend a night talking face to face, Finding real connection instead of putting on a face, And if I end up falling, well, that's just life, Sometimes the biggest skeptic ends up holding tight, Till then I'm keeping it honest, that's my style, Taking every day as it comes, mile by mile.