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
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