Got a call from an x
Something was heavy on his soul
He lifted the weight off his shoulders
And dropped it on me
For the longest he was in search
of greener grass
He said: You weren't prissy enough
- Okay, so what! I don't eat with my pinky stuck out....
He said: You weren't lady-like enough
- Okay, so what! I'd rather wear jeans than a dress....
He said: You were too rough around the edges
- Okay, so what! I'd rather throw back a shot of Remy
than drink wine from a champaign flute
But does that make me any less of a woman?
Damn the fact that I was a good person
Loved unconditionally
Took care of home first
I wasn't down with his boujie crew
I kept it real and cared less if they accepted me
There's more to me than just a pretty face
My beauty radiates from the inside
But all he cared about was my beauty on the outside
He pushed me away in search for his greener grass
I let him go
He got to his grass of choice -
And discover it wasn't green at all
All he saw was scorched hay
Burned in the process of trying to outshine everything else
Including the sun
No real beauty at all
He finally saw the beauty in me
And now he wants to come back and tend to my lawn
But it's too late
I've hired someone else for the job
Birth sign: Cancer
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