Okay
So you want some cash
And you want someone to make you happy
But no
I won't give you what you want
I'll hang up the phone
Say goodbye and hang out at home
You're such a hog
Go get him guard dogs
Okay
So it's 3 in the afternoon
We can't even see the moon
You're begging and pleading for me to send one soon
But I'm busy
You won't get me that easy
I'm ready to block you and get you arrested
I got God on my side
And he'll be there to help with my choices
So this is my choice
No
I won't give you what you want
Two
Minutes talking to you hurts my brain
Why
Do you want me to go through the pain
Cry
About it later because I don't want to hear it
While you're caught in the fog
Go get him guard dogs
I'm sorry I got no bank
You won't take me up a crank
I'm not that desperate
To get my account back
It can be yours forever
I'm too innocent to let you take advantage of me
Is that what's important
Is it the thing that's one of a kind
Can't you see yourself in the mirror
How disgusted and hideous you are
I'm just a minor
Only sixteen years old
You're moves are not so bold
They're actually way too old
I get that you're ready to get your hands dirty
But I'm made out of solid pure gold
So head back to hole that you came from
Because no one will ever be that dumb
Is it hitting you now just like a drum
Get out of here you broke man bum
Because I'm not giving in
No
I won't give you what you want
Two
Minutes talking to you makes my brain hurt
Why
Do you want me to go through psychological pain
Cry
About it later because I don't want to hear it
While you're caught in the fog
Go get him guard dogs
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A Deep Dive Into My Teenage Mind (From The Vault)
PoetryI decided to write a whole poetry collection that concurs everything that has been happening in my years on this planet. I've been going through things good and bad. I'm so happy to put this out on short occasion but I'm ready to get this out.
