Tekst piosenki
I’m fucking sick of this
Stupid shit
The choice of being celibate
Waiting for the right chick
Y’all Make me sick
Y’all treat me like a childish prick
I see her leave with Mr slick
Mr thunder Dick, king shit, Snatch yo bitch and leave with this
Innocence
In a sense though it’s kinda your fault they tell me
You should have done the deed
Plant your seed
Mark that turf
Do like bey and make her surf
Bored, so fucking bored of this
I see her go
Walk away
Like I was never Mr right
But you bet your ass I was Mr right now
Right when she needed that shoulder
Like I was made of tissues
Comfortable with exposing her issues
But let a motherfucker try and pry
Offer my ass as sacrifice
Maybe paint a picture of you and I in a better life
Oh then they grow some balls
Chop this kid down like a tall oak tree
I yell timber as I fall to the floor
But y’all never hear me
That’s the problem
You never listen
Cause if a tree falls in a Forrest and no one is around
Does it make a sound?
Well if you’ve paid attention to my shit then you would know by now
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