Blown Out
Who do you think you are telling me what to do?
Always bossing me around.
Always trying to put me down.
Well, I'm tired of all your games, its time for you to get played.
I'm tired of you saying my name like you own me for life.
You better get yourself straight for you get blown out like a light.
Why your face so tight?
What? you thinking about crying?
I would too cause you know I aint lying.
You need to start buying some jeans before you start hating on me.
Over there with some old Nike's on from 1993.
Now I see you is broke and that anit no joke.
But could you step back a little you breath is making me choke.
Thanks, now what was I saying...oh yes something about your job isn't paying.
Oh well guess that's why you can't get the ladies.
And let's put it this way, you don't drive no Mercedes.
But that's ok a lot of cars only have two rims, but I know for a fact yours don't spin.
You need to stop trying to win you can't beat me.
I always come out on top so give your crown to me.
Your head to big for it anyway.
And I'd just like to say you just got played at your own game.
So before you start bossing me around and telling me want to do just remember I'll blow you out like a light.
Cause you can't ever win this fight!
Copyright © Kable Hendrix | Year Posted 2012
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