She says
*This is not a love poem.
This is a
why the **** aren't you in love poem.
A
where the **** are my white doves
And
Cinderella gloves poem.
Waiting on a fairy tale,
And
Waiting for you to tell
And
yell, to the top of your lungs
And profess your love, poem
This is a waiting for you to show em'
...Poem.
This is not a love poem.
This is a,
why are you so dumb
And
Why don't I make your heart beat like a drum
And a,
**** YOU ANYWAYS BECAUSE YOU CAN'T MAKE ME ***
Poem.*
And he says.
**This is not a love song.
This is a
We haven't even been together that long
And
I wish I could hit you instead of this ****
And
Stop telling me, to stop telling you, to stop telling me, that I do you so wrong...
Song.
This is not a love song,
This is a,
Can you shut the **** up and quit all the crying,
And be appreciative that a nigga's even trying,
Every time I **** up" you wanna pack your **** and run away,
Just to complain to your homegirls all day,
Acting like I'm treating you so wrong, because you go through my phone,
and see a picture of an *** in a thong,
So you should thank god, instead of hitting you I hit this ****
And I'll thank God, that this is not a love song.**