“Messages”

We ain’t the same, you know?

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You’re in her messages
To bad she hasn’t read it yet
We’re too busy having date night
Staying up late nights
Talking-till-the-sun-wakes nights
You’re in her private messages
I’m in her Division 2 session
We ain’t the same
Fuck your questions
She don’t owe you any confessions
Quit your obession
She’s not some trophy for your possession
Forever chasing a response
I already have the key to her heart
She’s taken
Go back to the start
Back to the drawing board
I took my shot — swish
Didn’t even need the backboard
If I was you,
I wouldn’t even check the scoreboard
I don’t even think they let you on the court
But go ahead
Keep up that aggression behind your keyboard

cc: NaNa'sworld