By: KB 1.5.2013
You ask me about my day when I come home and then you flip
the script
Simple question turns into interrogation
Where you been, what’d you do, who you with
Girl, you’re a jealous trip
My answers ain’t good or fast enough
I see you leave your body and hear the psycho snap
I’ve become a beep, boop, fippity floop
I’m too tired for this crap
You keep it going most of the night
My ears and brain are dead
I ain’t got time for the sh—
Girl I’m going to bed!
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