Suit you fine
Fraid of losing you
Til I realized you
Weren't mine in the
First place
Looking out for myself
Saw that crooked smile
On yo face
Whatez unbelivible to me
Is that you kinda like seeing
Me suffering
Suffer ye yourself
Think I had e'nuff and
I say
Leave me alone
Take your thing
Get the hell on
I don't know
You know more
Who you tryna make
Straight
Want this people to
See things your way
But you horrible to me
No matter what your
Freindez say
Straight from my heart
We greatest when
They ain't on your side
Say what you want
Mean and evil as you is
You just want people to
Take yourside
Tell ya sum thang
Leave me alone
Grab your things
Get the hell on
Playing opera
When I am blue
Problem with me is you
Tune it up the right way
Then do your thing
I still want you ah round
But not is you acting
Silly like ah clown
Tell you what it is
You need ah wife maybe
Sum kids
Gone do your thing
Ain't over til
The Phatty lady sings
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2024
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