Coming out of my skin
Are you a friend?
or just an associate?
Maybe not even what I call
kinda close to it.
Are you really my friend?
Or am I just blank?
You act like your the only
one around here who can think.
Actin stank!
It's not just about you,
or I wouldnt conversate.
but when you cut me off,
I fell it aint a mistake.
So sick of being your rebound.
Or your sideline chick.
It's time I tell you
how I feel,
before I
make a dent.
Let me not
sound cocky,
but I fell
I got to go.
cause I'm thinkinG
it's the opposite,
you should be my hoe.
No,
I am not use to
holding jackets,
but you can hold mine.
Plus your getting aggervating,
and your wasting my time.
Ima tell you like this.
Before I get dis-respect-ful.
I'm not your little slave.
So please
dont be for-get-ful.
And yes
this is your warning
right here and
right now.
Kuz if u get
out of hand,
its going to be
A rebound.
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