Produced by: Ludwig Göransson & Childish Gambino What kind of love just stays the same? What kind of love don't die alone? What kind of love would take this long? What kind of love don't make you old? Meet me at the studio I just wanna play you something Meet me at the studio I just wanna tell you something Cause you satisfy my heart Even though we'll fall apart Can't remember how to start—little lies You like to call me koala I'll be your Simba, you're Nala Wherever you go I'll follow—little lies Drove for hours just to see your face Sorry— Drove for hours just to see your face We should've talked if just to clear the space But now we stare at each other Buried whatever feeling that was He texts to "keep your heart D-stacks, keep your heart These girls are smart D-stacks, these girls are smart" I know... Why get a dog? It's just gonna die Everything you love's just gonna leave you one day And that's just real **** he can still spit But what's the point? I said a lot of stupid stuff I think that I was growin' up What kind of love don't hurt so bad? What kind of love don't feel this way? What kind of love would make me fold? Little lies, little lies Little lies, little lies Little lies, little lies Na, na-na, na, na-na, na-na Little lies