[Verse 1] He used to kill, now he’s showin' homes, Retired hitman with a broken phone. His brother’s huntin', his past ain’t dead, Then she walks in—crazy in the head. Cue the punches, cue the flair, Stunts so slick, but nobody cares. Flickering lights and a soulless kiss, This rom-com’s got nothin' but fists. [Chorus] Love hurts! (When the script don’t land) Love burns! (When the plot's unmanned) Love fails! (Like a bad first draft) It's a stylized fight with a hollow laugh— Love hurts! Yeah... it hurts bad. [Verse 2] Ke Huy Quan gave all he had, Surrounded by cardboard, it's kinda sad. Ariana’s lost, no sparks ignite, They’re colder than a steel chain fight. Nobody’s real, they’re just in pose, ADR lines and goofy prose. Marshawn Lynch reads lines like drills, But hey—we've seen athletes act worse still. [Bridge] 87 North with the action high, But no one taught them how to cry. Like Nobody but dumbed way down, It’s SNL in a discount town. And the editing? Man, the editing's a crime... [Chorus] Love hurts! (When the chemistry’s dead) Love burns! (Like a film misread) Love fades! (When the leads don’t click) It’s a fight scene reel with a rom-com schtick— Love hurts! Yeah, this ain’t it. [Breakdown Spoken, like a Def Leppard bridge] You wanna call it cinema? You wanna call it love? This ain't even a Valentine— It's just a knife in a velvet glove... [Outro Chorus] Love hurts! (It’s a cactus and ice) Love burns! (Got no sugar, no spice) Love flops! (It can’t pay the bills) Eighteen mil just for kung fu thrills— Love hurts! Yeah… but not in a good way.
