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Flirt with Whitney Flirt with fear Life is good But I rather be anywhere but here Body aches from pushing out tears Driving on the road of life Eyes is watery So I can't steer And I'm getting dizzy Stomach very queezy Thank god for Sprite and tylonal Thank god for my other half that completes me Haven't eating anything about in 22 hours Aye some coochie though Way better than wheeties Some days I feel like Rafliki Other days I feel like Simba D'Andre is down in the dumps Lord we have a dilemma I'm facedown like someone shot me Heart pumpin heavy Nose snotty Talking to the depression hotline on the potty Walking out the bathroom I couldn't look at the mirror cause sometimes i dont like what the displays And I know you get tired of my negative and negated ways But that's just how I feel Am I pose to hide my feelings I said me and mirrors have an up and down relationship Not all the the time do I view myself as appealing One day I'll be happy with the way I look It's like a banana that you have to keep peeling At the end of the day YOU have to be happy with yourself Disconnect all the self neglect You can't just put your needs on a dusted shelf Spirit is broke Plus my glasses are broke I can't see anything But I can see the confusion My feelings are display This is not a dilutions I don't need institution Talking to Whitney Things are slowing improving Stomach is flipping But I'm not pissing or pooping Words slowly pour out to Whitney I'm slowly regrouping Her words are soothing Mine are barely coming out Cause of the coochie I ate Exercise for my mouth It was very good Correction very very great My favorite thing to have on my plate Slowly improving my mental state But my physical stature is feeling not so great Thank god for Wifey Thank god for Wifey Cause when I don't like me At least shE still love me and likes me The tears have stopped My crinkled face stage is threw I kiss Whitney and then look past her And then my eyes come upon you Looking at you Makes my stomach hurt Thinking about you Makes my stomach hurt Just the sound of your name Makes me lift up my shirt And grab my belly You needa start eating right That's what my peers tell me But it's you that makes my bowels move I could be be having the day of the duration And looking at you just throws my body outta groove It doesn't even have to be that time of the month It's either hit you Or hit the blunt Sorry to be blunt But your presence Is far from a present You belittle me to near nothing To you I'm a peasant But to me you're just the reason my stomach aches Tape handing off my chest From repairing my heart break I see you and rush to the commode I'm tired of feeling like this Using all this toilet paper gets old You act nice on Tuesday and mean on Wednesday I don't know if I should be sold I don't know if I can keep making these trips to the toilet Everybody thinks I got Wifey pregnant But it's me and you that need to have an appointment The stomach pain is cause of you I cramp up with your every word This feeling is for the birds I'm so tired of you My stomach is tired of being terrorized with terds You enjoy seeing me unchill Gravely ill My my my My mental motivation gravitates Johnny Gill I just come and pay my bills Try to pay you no mind But my confidence you kill My efforts you murder Are you jealous cause your life is black and grey Mine is purple and blue with a hint of sherbet Why do you try to hurt me so much I'm a grown man Far from a gerber And Whitney told you I was just like her I know you heard her Should I go on any further I'm just tired of getting treated like this Feeling like this Feeling like a big hunk of piss It'll be a year in August But will I make it to March I've cried more tears over you Than my mother when she used to hit me with spray starch I may be little But you've chose the wrong tree to bark I'm not scared of you I won't flinch or fart The villain of all the virgerousity You must love playing the part I have tried pepto bismol and other gismo And stomachs still hurting Milk of magnesia isn't working But I'm on my last leg I just wanna quit being hurt I don't wanna have to beg So I thought I'd just ask Even though we're not students I thought we could have a little more class I feel like manure On the floor Tears pour Comfort comes and I roll over and hear a crack It's my glasses I can't stand this I feel like nothing A rotten pumpkin I'm the ugly duckling Quit making assumptions You need some D in your life Get to humping With the tears comes the cussing Mozzarella sticks I smell in the oven Can't bring myself to eat That's why I'm still a munchkin I shouldn't be here I should be Lindsay Lohan'n and Hillary Duff'in Huffing and puffing Puffing snot You could stab a person In the back With your smile on 100 watts You've been cooking this up for a lil minute I bet But don't expect revenge in my pot Bawl blockage and cum clots I'm already suffering from this and what not I know you're hurting to But to hurt someone else you said why not Why me Please stop Just because I don't live in a 4 bedroom house Doesn't mean I sleep on a cot Your indirect comments and sneak dissing Are like having my glasses in your hand and your crush the lens with rocks I know your life is on the rocks But you don't have to take it out on others Just cause they're not the creme of the crop I'm just sitting here letting you hurt me day after day I'm not gunna run jump skip or hop Something needs to be done I have the lock But you got the key You gotta start somewhere even its its with building blocks Threatening my spouse with termination and glocks You was looking for a reaction But a crinkled up face is all you got And I realized through it all Me and my spouse is all I got

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