Flexed

Listen here made man, you could never fool me, not by the rock diamonds on your neck, or the gold around your teeth. Listen here how you flex, it doesn't turn me on, it has me running for the door, Cause all I want is to be gone. You don't have anything that I want, not even attitude, because genuine comes from the inside and you need some real soul food. You could never get a lady of my statue because your too consumed in your next plan to do. You don't live in the now or embrace who you are, if you even know what that it, i doubt it by a far. Its not like I'm judging, its the new way of fuck boys, looking at women as were possessions and toys. But We aren't, or well, at least not me, I have a save the last dance in me, So go get on your jet and pop your bottles and your pillies because I'm happy with my lil self because at the end of the day I know where my soul be.