B Word.
You sit on a high horse man,
Constantly complaining and throwing fits,
Oh did I mention you're a grown ass man?
How about you calm those tits,
sure you didn't get your chicken for din din,
no need to sit in your room and pout.
But let's not pretend
We all know you sit in that room and no doubt
Smoke that weed
Netflix watching is a norm,
If I looked I could probably find some anal beads
because you let life fuck you over and you never conform.
Your sister is struggling with several health and mental probs,
and instead of helping you trash that room
and let her suffer, working up to four jobs
and you have the nerve to zoom
on by in that shitty car and never offer to help out in some way?
Instead you piss and moan
about not having a bae?
Maybe you should get one on loan,
Prostitution is the new thing nowadays.
You're upset that you could never be the best friend
that my baby had always been,
Yet, you say I don't want us to end.
Wow, men.
I have a man who is the world to me,
and you tried to take advantage since he wasn't here,
yet you could never be
What he is to me, We're
In this togther,
Always and forever.
So with that being said,
What are you gonna do next?
Probably lay in bed
and send everybody some bullshit ass text
Instead of getting up and acting like a man,
You're probably just gonna lay on your back and
act like the little bitch that you've always been.
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