take me to your leader

I'm flexing all the time
They walk away and it seems
They won't give me the right numbers
They won't give to my lines
I'm used to the all the fame
At least from a rational point,
If you don't follow they'll walk over you
And if you don't fake it, your lame

Aye she doesn't want you,
Don't go cry
And she doesn't miss you,
You shouldn't try
Every night they go for her, I'm not aight
Just so you know, I might be your type

She kissed him front of me
Don't tell me I'm overreacting,
Don't tell we're just friends
I'm not out of your league
She doesn't feel the same
She never meant to give flame
But spark a new conversation
I was stalking you, no way

Aye she doesn't want you,
Don't go cry
And she doesn't miss you,
You shouldn't try
Every night they go for her, I'm not aight
Just so you know, I might be your type



Credits
Writer(s): Chimaroke Abuachi
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