Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song nobody knows, artist - Mansionz. Album song Mansionz, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 23.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bear Trap
Song language: English
nobody knows |
Nobody knows, nobody knows, no one |
You’ll never know, you’ll never know me, hon |
Nobody knows, nobody knows, no one |
You’ll never know, you’ll never know me, hon |
I hate all the things that I love |
I love this whole bottle of NyQuil |
I never can get enough |
I keep my main girl on the side still |
I took two more, don’t judge me |
I used to hope everyone loved me |
Now I could just give a fuck |
I hate all the things that I love |
I hate all the things that I love |
I love this whole bottle of Jameson |
I love all the things that don’t make sense |
Like I love you |
So I love all the things that I hate |
It would be better if you moved away |
Maybe somewhere with clouds and more rain |
Where you don’t know me 'cause you don’t know me anyway |
Nobody knows, nobody knows, no one |
You’ll never know, you’ll never know me, hon |
You don’t know me anyway |
Nobody knows, nobody knows, no one |
You’ll never know, you’ll never know |
I hate all the things that I love |
I don’t really know what to tell you |
I’m not gonna break out this shell |
For you in this little hotel room |
'Cause I know when you look at me |
That you just see something to gain, girl |
You don’t know who I have become |
Don’t call me my government name, girl |
I can see where this is headed, hey |
You’re already fading away in my mind |
Your mouth is not moving, it’s saying it’s fine |
But I know that I cannot make up the time |
For all the hurt that your daddy put on you |
I’d rather take a Caddy to Atlanta and slide through |
To Little Ronny’s house, I’d pretend I’m Bill Bellamy |
Hit up 2 Chainz (2 Chainz!), I’ll prolly sell a beat |
You’ve never met a man like me, I don’t fit in your plan (tell 'em!) |
I’m a multi-millionaire that’s livin' in a van |
And I am not your husband, not your boyfriend, not your man |
I am simply somethin' I don’t think you understand, no one |
Nobody knows, nobody knows, no one (no one) |
You’ll never know, you’ll never know me, hon |
Nobody knows, nobody knows, no one (no one) |
You’ll never know, you’ll never know me, hon |
Part II |
Oh-oh, yeah |
Oh-oh, yeah |
I hate all the things that I love |
I wanna believe in religion |
But nobody reminds me of God |
I wanna believe in what I hear and what I read |
But it mostly reminds me I’m lost |
I wanna believe that when I fuck it’s romantic |
But no lovers remind me of love |
I hate all the things that I love |
And I need to believe in moderation |
'Cause believers believe in too much |
I learned to lie |
I learned to lie when I was younger |
Tell me somethin' true |
Tell me somethin' true |
Oh, tell me somethin' true |
Tell me somethin' true |
This whole fuckin' thing is a front |
The beard, the love and the cameras |
I’ve kept it all up for years |
Now I don’t have too much more stamina |
And I haven’t been this depressed |
Since sophomore year in my trenchcoat |
Silently screamin' out |
«Why the fuck I gotta ride this bench, coach?» |
Females beware, I’m reckless, I’m loose |
My smile is my makeup, my necklace is my noose |
And I know all the words that you’re tryin' to hear |
The same three ones that got me hidin' in fear |
Are they I love you? |
There, is that enough? |
But don’t say I never warned you |
I hate all the things that I love |
Oh-oh, yeah |
Oh-oh, yeah |
Oh-oh, yeah |
Oh-oh, yeah |