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Cheerio! Sister, Well done
If it wasn't for lack of breasts...my man would cheat on me with you...if it wasn't for a lack of disrespect, your man wouldn't smack you, if it wasn' t for lack of motivation, you'd take my position at the company
If it wasn't for lack of responsibilty, you'd have money, if it wasn't for lack of kindness, you'd feed the hungry, if it wasn't for lack of intelligence, you wouldn't be so ignorant
With your fake ass smiles and your fake ass hair...your cheap ass perfume...and your cheap ass underwear...with your cheesy ass friends and your bullshit conference...your bullshit stories and your bullshit confidence
Cheerio, sister...your better than me...is what i would say...if you were as smart as me..you make me sick with all your make-up tricks...all your parties...all your dresses and anklets...please spare me your Christmas decor and all your crappy gifts...
Let it be Thanksgiving so i could tear you and make a wish...fuck you and your stupid rings and your stupid cakes...your ma
caroni bakes and your barbeques...fuck you and all your pants suits...fuck you for thinking you're better than be
I could care not to care...i could love but i choose not to love...damn you for not having faith in me...damn you for kicking me out in the street...letting me be homeless...sleeping around to feed my kids....damn you and all the barbeques...
I never got invited to one!
If it wasn't for lack of responsibilty, you'd have money, if it wasn't for lack of kindness, you'd feed the hungry, if it wasn't for lack of intelligence, you wouldn't be so ignorant
With your fake ass smiles and your fake ass hair...your cheap ass perfume...and your cheap ass underwear...with your cheesy ass friends and your bullshit conference...your bullshit stories and your bullshit confidence
Cheerio, sister...your better than me...is what i would say...if you were as smart as me..you make me sick with all your make-up tricks...all your parties...all your dresses and anklets...please spare me your Christmas decor and all your crappy gifts...
Let it be Thanksgiving so i could tear you and make a wish...fuck you and your stupid rings and your stupid cakes...your ma
caroni bakes and your barbeques...fuck you and all your pants suits...fuck you for thinking you're better than be
I could care not to care...i could love but i choose not to love...damn you for not having faith in me...damn you for kicking me out in the street...letting me be homeless...sleeping around to feed my kids....damn you and all the barbeques...
I never got invited to one!
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