Queen Adonis
I used to love just being friends
Watch these hoes squirm around and look for a place in his world
Now I'm looking for a place to fit in
But I'm done contorting myself
I am powerful in who I am
I love myself through thick and thin
I've come to hear and do all these love poems dedicating them
Well sweet pea this one's for me
Mistake me Queen Adonis on the throne
Because I'll cut hearts heavily
People think I'm gone with a blow
They just don't know
No one could ever fit my crown
Becoming a peasant is the last thing to do
When I demoralize you
Have your kingdom coming down in smokes a hue
So the next time your looking for treasure and my crown is gold
The only thing I can say is better run hoe
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