Personal, to love Lyrics

I'm more of a poetry art bitch

He the type to life fast die quick

That get money bitches cars life shit

But I don't know I just thought he was cool

To fuck with

His and her's, and nothing but a word

I never expected much

So I just pushed him to the curve

Then I'd end up texting first

And he won't text me til the first

Like a lady tryna find her keys

Without her fuckin' purse, it hurts

I don't say shit, conversations delayed

Shit

I'm not your sugar mommy boy

I ain't finna pay shit

I say that when we play n shit

And then we started playing shit

He said these the songs you listen to?

Cause I listen to gang shit

That ain't what he said

But he's a book

That's what I read

Conversations went from youngboy

To something about his ex

Yeah she did him dirty

Wonder why she made 'em stressed

I ain't question much

But I just went home and felt distressed

We don't talk, barely kiss, and never call

I could just go brush it off and find a guy

That's twice as tall

Probably go butter up them all

But it wouldn't feel the same

I guess you could say I'm feeling lost

I apologize if I get too personal

I'm a little day with the words of a nigga

I get it bro, go find yourself a basic hoe

And treat her good but if you'll ever need me

I'll still be waiting though