Love Yourself lyrics - Conor Maynard (feat. Anth)

(originally by Justin Bieber)

For all the times that you rained on my parade
And all the clubs you get in using my name
You think you broke my heart, oh girl for goodness sake
You think I'm crying on my own, well I ain't

And I didn't wanna write a song
'Cause I didn't want anyone thinking I still care
I don't but, you still hit my phone up
And baby I'll be movin' on
And I think it should be something
I don't wanna hold back
Maybe you should know that

My mama don't like you and she likes everyone
And I never like to admit that I was wrong
And I've been so caught up in my job
Didn't see what's going on
But now I know I'm better sleeping on my own

'Cause if you like the way you look that much
Then baby you should go and love yourself
And if you think that I'm still holdin' on to something
You should go and love yourself

But when you told me that you hated my friends
The only problem was with you and not them
And everytime you told me my opinion was wrong
And tried to make me forget where I came from

And I didn't wanna write a song
'Cause I didn't want anyone thinking I still care
I don't but, you still hit my phone up
And baby I'll be movin' on
And I think it should be something
I don't wanna hold back
Maybe you should know that

My mama don't like you and she likes everyone
And I never like to admit that I was wrong
And I've been so caught up in my job
Didn't see what's going on
But now I know I'm better sleeping on my own

'Cause if you like the way you look that much
Then baby you should go and love yourself
And if you think that I'm still holdin' on to something
You should go and love yourself
Ah yeah yeah

[Anth:]
Good days
Better nights
No stress
No fights
Cold drinks
City lights
This is what I used to call the good life
Ha, and now I tell myself
Staring at my cell phone just won't help
Keeping all the clothes on my top left shelf is only gonna keep me in this hell, oh well
So wow, stumble at the hotel lobby
Looking for a cab to the afterparty
Tryna fit five girls in the back
The only thing on my mind is where the hell you at
Are you with your new man?
Fuck, drink drink
Are you making new plans?
Fuck, drink drink
Bottles 'til I can't stand, can't think, think
I can't think, can't think

So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home