It's a possibility that I got too real for you,
Got in my car, left you in the rear view
'cause I couldn't get a feel for you.
Not sure where your head is
But I don't trust that you have good intentions.
as if, destroying me and my goals is one of your missions.
I wouldn't doubt that you counted on me being blind to you
thought you could flex a little and smile a lot,
hoping it would put a shine to you.
Trying to hide behind the shine lets me know that you're fake
act like your my personal cheerleader when I know that you ain't.
halo over your head, but you ain't no saint.
Hope you catch me slippin so you can step up in your rank.
your words been falling on deaf ears
doing you a favor 'cause your words can end your career.
obviously its me you lash out at in fear,
so you create lies to make sure the others don't hear.
It's true what my mom say,
they hate to see you strong
love to see you doing bad so they can pretend to drag you along.
I'm moving on.....
No comments:
Post a Comment