Happy Feet

See I

I loved this girl

I thought she was my world

And all those cliched poetic metaphors of undying love would certainly concur

See I

I got a couple issues

That I can’t control

Like how

I’d be blind to her bs

After she says ” I love you”

And her panties are on my bedroom floor, yes those same edible panties, that I didn’t bother to eat cause her body was a more

intricate fete…..

Like how

I’m like a dog to steak made of pork

Even if I can’t call her my own

Cause the relationship is secret basically  she belongs to another and I’m the side nigga aka the brother, click one time for the undercover lover.

See I’m a little bit of Drake and too much of Kanye and I can safely say its their music that made me this way…..

See my heart would be at stake and its terrible fate on my behalf

It’s like I love the heart ache

Like I’m some sorta masochist

Cause my heart is like a purebred stallion, I love it more when its broken….

And its always bittersweet reminiscing about the heartbreak cause I’m always wanting more love and then there’s that thing commonly known as cake

Oh the prices and I don’t really mean currencies paid for cake….

I let her sell me BS even though I know the prices, I’m the one who would date a skee-o and try to wife it, and this is where my Drakeness comes in and I tell her,

I say

“You’re A Good Girl And You Know It”

See just like how you can’t tell an orange is sweet from the looks I couldn’t tell her I don’t trust her cause she got happy feet or peace sign legs……

So here I go putting my heart at stake, and I always tell myself

Time for my Kanye and all my arrogance

Welcome To Heartbreak