Code: Jules - Lip Service Lyrics

Oh, here we go again...
You're about to tell me how I'm different, right?
Let me guess-you've never felt this way before?
Mmm... boy, please.

You got a mouth that moves like it's paid by the hour,
Sellin' dreams like a two-bit salesman in a power suit.
Silver tongue, but you can't back it up,
All this talk, baby, but where's the follow-up?

You say you'd die just to hold my hand,
Funny-can't even text me back on command.
Same old story, same weak script,
Same weak game with a brand-new twist.

Boy, you got a way with words,
But I've heard 'em all, and it's gettin' worse.
Sweet talk only gets so far,
And you? Still parked where we were.

Lip service, keep that noise,
All that flex, but you're just a boy.
Say you're different? Oh yeah, sure,
But I've met ten of you before.
Lip service, talk so slick,
But your resume ain't legit.
You love the chase but can't commit,
So keep your lips-'cause I'm over it.

You got the confidence of a man with no plan,
Livin' on vibes but still in a minivan.
All this "I'ma treat you like a queen" talk,
But your couch still doubles as a bed, huh?

Oh, you got big dreams? That's sweet,
Can't even afford a basic receipt.
Got a playlist full of heartbreak songs,
Actin' like you're the one done wrong.

Boy, you got a way with words,
But I'm still waitin' on some work.
Sweet talk only gets so far,
And baby, you ain't left the start.

Lip service, keep that noise,
All that flex, but you're just a boy.
Say you're different? Oh yeah, sure,
But I've met ten of you before.
Lip service, talk so slick,
But your resume ain't legit.
You love the chase but can't commit,
So keep your lips-'cause I'm over it.

Mmm, maybe some girl will fall for your tricks,
But baby, I ain't that chick.
So save that smooth talk, save that spin,
If you're all bark, then I'm out again.

Lip service, boy, you tried,
All that talk but you still outside.
Say you're different? Oh yeah, cool,
But I don't date professional fools.
Lip service, all that hype,
But I bet your mom still pays your WiFi.
You love the chase but can't commit,
So keep your lips-'cause I'm over it.

Oh, you mad? That's cute.
Maybe if you worked as hard as you talk,
You wouldn't be standing here single.