I’ve known you forever, but just really met you. Never once did it cross my mind that I’d sweat you. My mind reflects sometimes on when I’d see you, with your girl. No big deal, I had my man. But **** done changed and now you’re in my head. Can’t figure out why when I try to let it go, I seem to lose control of the situation. This ain’t me, I don’t need the drama. I’m used to sending ****** crying to their mama. But hey, you got ME crying, and now I’m slowly dying. Dying cause I let you change me, rearrange me, Who gave you permission – certainly not me! (Okay maybe it was) I polished your diamond, had it shining, now your attitude needs refining. A little appreciation would be nice, but if you did it, you’d be lying. How dumb could I be? Maybe lust has got me crazed, dazed, and confused. Don’t know what to do. I should stop ****ing you. Should – would, but can’t - so I ain’t. ****! There I go, Stroking your fat *** ego. Like you’re the ****. I need to quit. It’s like drugs and I’m withdrawing. I’m addicted – My decisions and morals conflicted. I sold out to the bullcrap you fed – been misled, to think I could be the lady on your arm, not just the freak in your bed. But like R. Kelly said, if I could turn back the hands of time, You STILL wouldn’t be mine – And that’s f---- up.