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I'm forcing it...


I’m tired of living my life in romantic songs=sad songs
Being right when everyone else is wrong

Why am I your first choice
For your second choice
Why wasn’t I just your first choice
Afraid I would’ve been your last
Never mind my voice
It’s your choice

You couldn’t hear it anyway
I’m forward but indirect
I’m trying to let you be a man
Can you be a man?
I’m always standing in the rain Nigga
But I see you can’t stand for shit

A man don’t look at other men to decide what’s right for them
If I make you feel some kind of way
Accept it
If I’m your queen
You owe it to yourself to be your own king

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