Stuck Up

I can’t take your wining Or you’re crying and fussing I’m dead beat of your selfish moves And the acts you seem to “prove” I can’t take your hypocrite act A fraud in fact And lets discuss about your medieval plots The devil shots You scrap You nag You pick this fight You brawl your might But No, it’s not your fault She too fought She too nagged And she went mad For your wellbeing End being The stacked up Snob Pretending as though this a job Prevent the spear of the grass The puffs of the clouding gas The shower of your sweat spills And just chill