K

Kickin' it here, collecting my thoughts
Kinda nice till I was robbed, of a response her game on lock
You call that a loss, I call it brainwashed
She doesn't stop with the flip and flop
Tells me I'm wrong, but she forgot
Who I shot, killed me off. Gone and lost, and was never caught
I know she'd rather me be her little minion
Agree with every one of her naive opinions
Keep on wishing I'll be what she's been missing
Like an addict I'm admitting myself into a prison
But I didn't... Ever stop believing in the act of being
An extra-terrestrial being, living abandoned on this planet
Call it wishful thinking, poured my heart out to her bleeding
Text her this track, hoping everything would be ok
Why do you let her treat you this way
She text me back, all she had to say was, k

If I could turn you inside out, you'd be disgusting
Fucking, only thing to keep me from erupting in a fit of rage
At this stage, life is too sad
Budgeting my confidence, so you don't stomp it too flat
Dignity? Who dat? You need someone to shoot at? Take another selfie
Phone's full? Too bad. You that, type than needs to holster your weapon
Emotional roller coaster, a dose of aggression
Type of boyfriend to be robbed of an identity
Silly me, see I thought it'd get better eventually
Never questioned things when she start to talk aggressively
Treat me like a dog, so I know she not impressed with me
Still I gotta stand way up on this pedestal
You ain't a princess. You wanna date a vegetable
That can't talk back, cause you control him with your genitals
Fuck that. I'm gone. It's unacceptable



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Writer(s): Russell Gardner
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