queen b

since all men are dogs, lets speak on ur bs for a minute.
take it back to when old wasnt considered vintage.
allow me to begin on ur inability to be yourself.
manipulative af from where ive been sittin n for what ive been dealt.
lets do this n call it what it is n not what it seems to be.
to the point of i am finally fuckin free.
u do not realize we are human too.
so into gettin what makes u tick to even acknowledge use.
n ya want us to open up to be rearranged?
honey luv butter cut, its to easy to return n exchange.
thats ur outlook tellin the world we aint shit.
tides have turned, but only for those that seal their lips.
as memory lane is a reality on a daily basis.
thrown into the wind soundin to tastless.
the QUEEN B..., faker than the face u apply.
so let a real man tell u, this is our reply.
go grow up n find ya minds click before u step up.
a slow hand has a steady touch.
n ur as shakey as the fallin of leaves on a breezeless day.
spoken is words with nothin left to say.