[Chorus: Torrian Ball]
I got philaphobia
I can’t love these hoes, I can’t trust these hoes
Nah, I got philaphobia
I can’t love these hoes, I can’t trust these hoes
Nah, I got philaphobia
I can’t love these hoes, I can’t trust these hoes
Nah, I got philaphobia
I can’t love these hoes, I can’t trust a soul
Nah, I got philaphobia
[Verse 1: Torrian Bell]
Wanna love you, wanna trust you, but I can’t
When I think of fallin’ for a chick, I damn near faint
I got somethin’ special goin’ on with the bank
Only time I’m gassed up is when I’m fillin’ up my tank
I think I got a problem, this shit got me losin’ weight
She keep sayin’ that she love me, but I still think that it’s fake
Too invеsted in myself, I don’t got no time to wastе
And fallin’ in love ain’t a risk I wanna take
I had my heart broken, it had my eyes swollen
And now my heart frozen, tellin’ bitches, “Kiss my colon”
I be on my lonely or chillin’ with the homies
Real Ps ain’t on the scene, the way we move, it’s super low-key
That love shit is OV, these hoes be hella OC
Know you wanna get to know me, but I promise you don’t want me (You don’t want me)
I got philaphobia, that’s the fear of fallin’ in love
If it ain’t a buck, then you callin’ for what? (Hello?)
I got philaphobia
I can’t love these hoes, I can’t trust these hoes
Nah, I got philaphobia
I can’t love these hoes, I can’t trust these hoes
Nah, I got philaphobia
I can’t love these hoes, I can’t trust these hoes
Nah, I got philaphobia
I can’t love these hoes, I can’t trust a soul
Nah, I got philaphobia
[Verse 1: Torrian Bell]
Wanna love you, wanna trust you, but I can’t
When I think of fallin’ for a chick, I damn near faint
I got somethin’ special goin’ on with the bank
Only time I’m gassed up is when I’m fillin’ up my tank
I think I got a problem, this shit got me losin’ weight
She keep sayin’ that she love me, but I still think that it’s fake
Too invеsted in myself, I don’t got no time to wastе
And fallin’ in love ain’t a risk I wanna take
I had my heart broken, it had my eyes swollen
And now my heart frozen, tellin’ bitches, “Kiss my colon”
I be on my lonely or chillin’ with the homies
Real Ps ain’t on the scene, the way we move, it’s super low-key
That love shit is OV, these hoes be hella OC
Know you wanna get to know me, but I promise you don’t want me (You don’t want me)
I got philaphobia, that’s the fear of fallin’ in love
If it ain’t a buck, then you callin’ for what? (Hello?)
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