You threw the book at yourself,
You couldn't even keep up the facade long enough.
You want to have me strung out,
Up your ass,
And how you look oh so tough.
But really . . . if we were to get down to the nitty gritty,
The real rough,
Your cowardice would peak through,
Then all will know not to make a big fuss,
I've erased "try me" from my forehead,
It's long gone,
Yet here are you,
Still making a go at me,
Thinking I could ever trust.
Stay behind my back.
With all this hoopla you would think we actually did date. . .
Why do yall talk the most shit then accuse women of being gossiping ninnies,
You aren't worth my time,
Not even a penny.
And shout out to the real people, that get down without attempting to lie on others,
We are missing so many.