Music: Aicha Therese/Zendrit
How can I cry over a 6 out of 10 man
5 foot 10 man ,don’t go to the gym man
Barely got friends man
A gambling man, greedy man ,needy man
Won’t make time to see me man
Won’t call me in the week man
Only wants a freak man, a waste man
Don’t know how you were raised man
Using women to escape man
Depression is your fate man
How can I chase man that can’t face themselves
Mentally tortured made a mind that feels like hell
A defensive man there’s no need for improvements
Man that are intelligent but always moving stupid
Man with potential but they’re useless
Man stained with emotional bruises
Give them advice but they refuse it
Might bag a 10 but will lose it
Man that ghosts when she don’t choose him
Nah man
Nah man
As the money comes and goes
New season brings new hoes
The way he’s sucking on them toes
Got me thinking he’s a gay man
The way he’s riding for his bros
You would think that’s how he sways man
Wants a feminine woman but are you masculine
Gifts to compensate for what you’re lacking in
Requesting an old school woman that cooks and cleans but won’t provide or protect a single thing
Clamps on their car , debt on their name
No drive or ambition , instead he’s searching for fame
Can’t articulate, emotional they recognize his rage
A whatless man,guapless man, rotten man
Nah man
I’m done
Wasting tears on a bum