by N.c.-Marisa Phanord
Oh he’s looking in my eyes and I have him hypnotized.
Alright, now he’s thinking about how he’s gonna take me back.
Wait, Take me back?
Oh, he must mean to the time when we just met
And I do believe we just met tonight!
Just so that you know this girl don’t get down like that ah’ight.
Mister, you who wants to be gangsta
tryna be like that hip-hop dude surrounded by video girls, Who only know how to sell themselves.
But let me give you a taste of reality,
you know something that you put in your cup of tea,
Those girls don’t exist outside the video lenses.
But look at you…
You who think he’s slicker than Slick Rick
Telling me all those nothings that I don’t want to hear.
Just believe we’re not leaving here together.
For those of you entertaining a guy, who thinks it’s cool that “this” girl is going to “love in this club”
You should abandon all hopes of him forming any kind of respect for you.
Now Back to me.
Mister, it’s too little, too late.
You missed your chance.
You have insulted me and my intergrity,
especially when you’re saying “you gotta be kidding me”.
No sir, I’m sure that I respect myself and God.
My attention on you.
Don’t lose hope because
Surly you will find that girl who’s willing to be with you, under these conditions.
Although you’re kind of lame looking,
Potential stalker, i’m just characterizing, type of brother.
You will find a sister that matches your ‘je ne sais quoi’
but don’t be suprised when she bites you to the dust.
Why is that when I dress to impress, a brother who dresses as if he’s in distress thinks he has the pickings of the world?
I dress for me. The decisions are made by me. Everything is out of your hands. Ok 😉