get a J-O-B

by Chanel - Virgo

i think you need a  J-O-B
you be stealing all my money
and im sick of hearing baby i need
and im sick of provide I-N-G
just for you to go smoke some weed
when do you have time to think of me

like badu i think you need to call tyrone
tell you got left out in the cold
and you aint welcome in my home
finaly you gotta provide your own

i expect you to pay back everything
even if you gotta beg on the streets
bout time you satisfy MY NEEDS
with your new J-O-B

Birth sign: Virgo
Date created: 2001-08-26 13:13:37
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:44:54
Poem ID: 64610

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