Stumbling out the club 3am as Saturday night has lead into Sunday morning
A phonebooks worth of missed calls
All from you I know you only calling me because he’s not around
Text messages telling me how you need someone to talk to
How about you talk to your man
I’ve moved on, can’t associate with you anymore
Dude has contacts at the cell phone company pulling up your phone records throwing me back up in your face when I could really care less about what you got going on
I could do without your games
You playing with hearts hear and I am done being your lame
Never understood how some got off on being chased until I turned into the one that was hunted
Gives you a sense of power, knowing that you can make someone jump through hoops to get at you
Now you left stuck since I care less than you
If that’s even possible
Sending me naked pictures in an attempt to entice me but I’ve been there…done that
You have nothing but physical to offer me but what’s the use of that if afterwards it will lead to an argument
I hear you talking about how only I can get you wet enough to get drowned slow
Thinking you trying to set me
Have a real life version of R. Kelly and Mr. Biggs…..Down low
Cause nobody has to know
Right?.....Wrong!
Stick with you man the one you choose to be with and leave me the hell alone
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