Sometimes you have to pull your tail between your ass and hold it baby, baby just hold it". Alright Momma Alright.
I watched the words roll off your lips like running water but even I can drown from the river of lies you once told me, like the different girls wasn't enough for me to see that you aint really have my best interest in heart, like when I seen that smirk on your face when you seen me weak, like that wasn't enough to tell me how much you wanted to see me torn apart, falling at your feet to give you the love and dignity you need, like leaving wasn't enough you had to leave with a piece of me, I broke my back trying to carry a boy that's twice my size because, I was so focused on being his ride instead of getting my respect, like your love was more important than a broken neck as you left me empty but, sadly I guess I was too naïve to see you was never riding for me. I preach about love so how the hell did I not see it wasn't there, that you truly aint never care, you just stood here to shut me up but, I rather you leave than to leave me hurt. "You acting like a nigga did something to hurt you", no Im acting like Im tired of this nigga doing shit to hurt me. So I wont text your phone like that anymore and when I do its "Ok", "Yeah", "Cool", "K" because, when I showed I gave a shit I didn't get shit in return except pain from someone I wanted so bad, I wanted your love so bad, I wanted us to be happy so bad, I wanted this so bad for the both of us but I guess I didn't make the football vision board, I wasn't trophy wife material. So for the pros I guess you popping bottles entertaining the hoes who only see the zeros and not this man in whole. You like this temporary feel, you love this temporary love. You never had plans to have a wife and just live a happy life, you just wanted to be in front of the lights on Friday nights, hearing your number repeated in the crowd because, I wasn't loud enough for you, like that itchy sweaty suit wasn't enough for you, like screaming #10 wasn't enough for you, like sticking to band wasn't enough for you, like learning old shit to help you wasn't enough for you, I wasn't enough for you no matter what I did, it wasn't enough to satisfy you. I wasn't apologetic enough, I wasn't Raymond Cutts enough, I wasn't obedient enough, I wasn't thick enough, I wasn't football girlfriend enough, the books and brains wasn't what turned you on, I wasn't enough of a sex appeal. You couldn't say "My bitch bad" and flip me around and grab my ass, I had too much class and my sass made you mad because it wasn't bad bitch enough, I wasn't fucked out or passed through enough, was I not Taz with the ass enough? I guess a girl who read books and write stories wasn't your type, you was looking for a Mrs. Cutts, a football wife, I wasn't teeth and cheeks enough. I had my own plans, I didn't need a man, I wasn't someone you could control and fuck over then come back home, I wasn't naïve enough. When we were growing up you told me girls only wanted you to put them out their misery but, now I guess that's what wanted because no matter how I just wanted you for you, you didn't know how to appreciate me, like I wasn't miserable enough, like I needed a little boy to sweep me off my feet, like my imagination wasn't singular enough. So I guess I didn't make the football wife cut, I didn't get a chance to become Mrs. Cutts, so "Introducing Raymond Cutts #10 245lbs 6'6 Linebacker, everyone put your hands up", and the crowd goes crazy for you baby, they lose they mind for you baby. Maybe I wasn't top notch fan enough for you baby.
