You don’t want to explore her mind
Yet you always texted her “when will you be mine?”
“Your body and face look so divine”
Funny how it went from that to straight up lies
…
Pay attention to my next lines
Oh my God, so many signs
I’m telling you I don’t have the time
Yea you fine, but that isn’t enough to want to make you mine
…
I enjoyed my wine
More than I enjoyed being with you
I enjoyed my rhymes
More than I enjoyed talking to you
…
It took me a while to know I’m a dime
You will never stop me, I’ll always climb
I don’t have time for the games
Act up and then switch up the blame
To fake your whole vibe is so lame
Or maybe it’s me, it’s my fucking aim
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Poetic Glory
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