Feel it?

January 7, 2010
You were suppose to be my honey bun.
You said you loved me a million and one.
But you played your games, and you think that you won?
You thought I was going to sit there and be played?
Boy, you don't understand my game.
You too my pain.
Boy, that's a shame.
Keep it.
Take it.
Feel it?
So sway that white flag .
Boy, you know I won.
And you, were suppose to be my honey bun?





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