Tired of Games

You continued to lead me on like the waves crashes on the sand Just like the wave breaks so does my affection for you Just because you’re not ready for me is your problem I’m dumb for making it mines I want you but it’s hard to deal with the inconsistencies While I’m going through photosynthesis This lesson learned taught by your Pre-School love that we are just sex True indeed it was good While you made love like you’re from the hood Just like the other men you came, you saw, you nut, packed your things now it’s time to go Yet you wanna see me later though I don’t think so How about you come screw me and leave the money at the door Ain’t it ashamed though Maybe that will make me want more