So, are you feelin' me ?
Metaphorically ?
I thought you were a breeze,
wasn't expecting a sleaze.
You kept it shorter than my shirt sleeve.
Breaking down like Orlando, Florida.
But I wasn't expecting to see you flooring her.
Maybe, I'm a little bit disgusted.
The whole time you were fucking me, you were thinking of her.
Well, vocally, I'd like to tear your shit up.
But I'm a little short on words considering I feel like I'm going to throw up.
I wish I could spit like I can deny food.
Thinking my weight was the reason you weren't in the mood.
And all this time, I've been starving myself physically and emotionally.
All this time, you still weren't even noticing me.
You would have thought Id get the hint.
But my heart was far too into it.