Letter To My Ex BF

Dear Diary
There's some things I been wanting to get off my chest
Shit, I don't know how to start this off
Alright
Uhh, fuck it
I'ma start it like this

You ain't been a good friend
Cus you too busy chasing that man, you
Too busy chasing that man, you
Too busy chasing that man
You're supposed to be my best friend
But you're too busy chasing that man, you
Too busy chasing that man who
Don't give a fuck about you
This a letter to my ex best friend

Aye
Lately I've been having some unlucky days
Stuck in the rain, but I'm praying for more sunny days
Caramel tone, sun kissed, skin lookin honey glaze
I ain't the one boy, I see right through your player ways
Momma ain't raise no fool
That ain't the same for others
Had to change my crew
I've outgrown a couple friends I never thought I'd lose
Cus they let they men dictate everything they do
And I don't fuck with that
He keep on coming back
Why you keep on running back
Girl I just don't understand how you in love with that
Nigga got you flippin' like a gymnast
Like do I get involved or should I mind my business
And now its been awhile
Been awhile since I seen ya
You ain't been to Daygo, haven't visited Gardena
I love you like a sister- Venus, Serena
So how the hell you let that clown nigga come between us
Like forreal
Is our friendship really worth to question
I take every situation as a learning lesson
And I got problems of my own, I just don't address them
You the one dealing with this nigga, yet I'm still affected
I feel neglected
You don't check in like you used to
You're different from the girl that I was introduced to
It's hard to sit back and watch him abuse you
All this toxic love in the air, I'm immune to it

You ain't been a good friend
Cus you too busy chasing that man, you
Too busy chasing that man, you
Too busy chasing that man
You're supposed to be my best friend
But you're too busy chasing that man, you
Too busy chasing that man who
Don't give a fuck about you
This a letter to my ex best friend

Aye
Baby girl you need some self loving
Baby why you cling to dysfunction
This is self destruction
Girl, you so broken
Let him run all over you
Too soft spoken
Make me wanna choke him
Make me wanna pop him
Don't you bring that nigga round me
I'ma fucking sock him
How dare you let that man put his hands on you
How dare you let that man put a baby in you
The fuck I'm supposed to do

You ain't been a good friend
Cus you too busy chasing that man, you
Too busy chasing that man, you
Too busy chasing that man
You're supposed to be my best friend
But you're too busy chasing that man, you
Too busy chasing that man who
Don't give a fuck about you
This a letter to my ex best friend



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Writer(s): Brenae Wilkes
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