(for every female who can't express themselves, in fear of argument)
never secures my feelings
always leaves it up to me to bring back the emotional healing
and I fasho ain’t feelin’ that shit
hella disrespectful and demeaning
constantly having to ask myself why do I stay
when I should be packin’ and leavin’
neverending games is what he chooses to play
wonderin’ when something nice is what he’s gonna say
yea, there’s love…but that’s beginning to stall.
Loving you is hard when you make me not want to give my all
Sometimes I feel like if we fail, we might as well fall…gracefully.
You don’t seem to give a fuck about who the fuck you datin’
Si what would be the point of me smilin’ and celebratin’
When I’d rather leave you alone, a smile would be fakin’
I thought I was supposed to be taken, but I guess I’m really not
Cuz if a nigga had me, he would know just what he’s got
He’d recognize the true potential, stop playin’ and pick a spot
On the side that contains me, and stop switching back and forth
From bitch, to baby, to girl you my lady…
Nigga is u crazy
Congesting everything about us with your “I don’t knows” and “maybe’s”
You walk around this mothafucka like you don’t need nobody
Well then, if that’s the fuckin’ case I should leave you with no body
No kissin’ and no fuckin’
The epitome of no lovin’
Crazy how you can encourage someone not to care
Always puttin’ me down like I’m supposed to want to stand there and accept the harsh critiques
You never offer anything beneficially for me
Always focused on you
So how can you say you want me to be apart of you too?
How the fuck is that gon’ work?
What’s the point of speakin’ love, when you’re constantly a jerk,
A nigga that doesn’t give a fuck?
Would it be too much if you shared a buck to increase my happiness?
Or tried to give me more than just ya dick?
How about a kiss, that actually wants to be a kiss…
You know, the feeling I get inside of my heart when you touch me with your lips…
Instead of tryna spread my legs and stick your dick inside,
Why don’t you gently separate my thighs, and lick my pussy with your eyes…
How am I supposed to feel appreciated when all you do is nag
You might as well kill me now, toe tagged, black bag
Cuz you’re somethin’ like a KILL JOY
You don’t care about anyone else’s feelings or well being
You don’t give a fuck, you’ll attack me without warning
And I’ll be the only one scarred and bleeding
This is just the beginning of our spiritual meeting
And I already I feel myself fleeing…
Don’t know what kind of romance this will be…
If you don’t start to BE LOVE, rather than speak it.
You fightin’ to stay the same, when we should be doin’ some tweakin’
Complex think’ and a little heavy breathin’
And make sure the person in the mirror is who you should be seein’
The devil seem like he’s creepin
Cuz most of the time it’s some fucked up shit you speakin’
I ain’t feelin’ that shit
You may be a good dude, but ya lovin’ side is whack shit
A certain level of consistency is what you need to bring it back, shit.
If you really wanna learn, I can teach you what I know
But if you wanna play these games, I can turn around and go
It will be a unanimous decicision, and if we ain’t fuckin’ wit it
Yo name will not be mentioned in my list of favorites
Cuz I will not give a fuck
I will lead you to the exit door, and wish you love and luck
You treat me like shit at almost every opportunity
Then try to switch the blame
Like that bullshit game aint old as fuck to me
With me is where you say you chose to be
So either, stay proudly or don’t mention me
Be rid of me OR fuck wit me
Cuz im tired of bein’ held up on yo wannabe puppet strings
you gotta stop bein’ mean and obscene
treat me kindly, and with respect…
cuz if you really knew better, you’d stop pushing yourself to the left…to the left.
