Done

Was my love not enough for him at all? Was he going to take my love, and flee? My love is not a curveball played in baseball He had my love but he gave it to she She was my friend, but also a joyous hoe, She knew how to plant seeds, before most girls did So, he was with she throwing all that dough While, I tried to counterbid for what they did I was going to go gangster on them Instead I’m going to be the bigger person I wasn’t the person to condemn My love was for another person, not to worsen BUT, to put an end to this situation: I’m done, so go be a pimp’s donation.