Tired Nigga Blues

As I'm walking away shakin my head
My mind is runnin over the things you just said
Them clown ass lines you just
dropped on me
Made me nauseas, sick to my stomach
and personally
I know you can't handle a damn thing I got
Not a word that I say,
None of the lines that I drop
You're pathetic
Tired
a lame nigga, you see
It takes a lot more than good looks
to get anywhere near me
Come to think of it
you ain't all that anyway
Last week's haircut
Yesterday's clothes
And you're how old you say?
I'm not interested, kid
Just in case you ain't hear me the first time
You ain't got two nickels to rub together
and I'm more than a dime
No, my name ain't "yo"
And no, you can't take me home
No, you can't get my number
and I don't want your dro
No I didn't used to chill with so and so
So you know me from somewhere?
That's why I don't go there no more
I'm so sick of the tired Shit I hear
When I walk past
Exactly why the only thing you'll ever kiss on me
is my ass

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