Mad
So I'm gonna write this so it gets off my chest,
my feelings right now sure aint the best.
I mean what is with this mood that you seem to take,
like every other nicety was nothing but a fake.
I leave in a week, never have to speak again,
least you could do's act like my motherfucking friend.
I know this aint the best terms on me that I leave,
but this feelin of hostility I really can't conceive.
You aint losin nothin, got nothin to gain,
if you're such a fuckin genius use that mothafuckin brain.
I ask you a question, an information pass,
yet you're all up in my face like a motherfuckin ass.
I aint no bitch for you, not the next game that you play,
get fuckin with another cause you aint fuckin with me.
I aint takin your shit, aint takin anymore,
get your ass prepared for lonliness when I'm walkin out that door.
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