Real Love

I spent seven whole years
Writing what they wanna hear
An author of fictional stories, mm
I’ve been filling the space
With romantic cliches
If we’re honest, it’s all kind of boring
Now that I got you
I just tell the whole truth
I don’t gotta make shit up (uh)
I don’t gotta sing about things I’ve never done
We got that real, real love (real, real love)
Real, real love (real, real love)
I don’t gotta make shit up (uh)
I don’t gotta lie about falling for someone
We got that real, real love (real, real love)
Real, real love (real, real love)
I don’t gotta make shit up, heh
You spent seven whole days
In my passenger seat
You’re not even driving me crazy
Yeah, we stay out real late
And I don’t use your name
'Cause I just started calling you 'baby'
Now that I got you
I just tell the whole truth
I don’t gotta make shit up (uh)
I don’t gotta sing about things I’ve never done
We got that real, real love (real, real love)
Real, real love (real, real love)
I don’t gotta make shit up (uh)
I don’t gotta lie about falling for someone
We got that real, real love (real, real love)
Real, real love (real, real love)
I don’t gotta make shit up
(We got that real, real love)
(Uh)
I don’t gotta make shit up (uh)
I don’t gotta sing about things I’ve never done
We got that real, real love (real, real love)
Real, real love (real, real love)
I don’t gotta make shit up (uh)
I don’t gotta lie about falling for someone
We got that real, real love (real, real love)
Real, real love (real, real love)
I don’t gotta make shit up