Poetrey and music

Do i look like private bank?

Time to open the door of my reality

Is no newbie

But try to break me?

Yes … Always the same attempt to persuade me

But not my friends

The I ruled out has always broken principles

Like they throw at me for not following

Everything as it is about is money and about these fucking lifelines

Do I look like being a private bank

See has never gotten something back

So keep on criticizing and spit

But is my own career Queen

No one can stop besides the ball

And many have tried

What God says about your little attempt to attack

Okay but men like you are not afraid?

So what they says?

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Poetrey and music

Drama bitches

No more drama

Private number

You know nothing really

You are more like a drama queen bigger than me

Yes you’ve had your 15 minutes in the Sun

To try to humiliate me in open place

For the drama is over

No more dramatic circumstances

Have had enough of the

The worst of the elite

Always in the public shouts and compalins

But within four walls is the battle near

Have had a lot of healing through the years

So don’t think that you were first

Yes the stone age men who want to control me

What I am saying is that

I am my own boss

Poetrey and music

Can`t keep me down

These Theater charades should stop

Is so tired of all the big boys who fail

Have read me all wrong

But thought they done right

And sitting here alone

I do not ask where you are

For I don’t care at all

And I don’t ask more about where you go

Says no no

I don’t want anyone at my page that says stop, no

I manage my own life

But you are not the first to try to stop me

Will do anything to keep me down

Tenth in line men who are trying to keep me

Can’t keep me there

Poetrey and music

I don`t play that anymore

Do not want to play this game more

Is not the rat who gets chased by the cat

Turn the whole thing upside down

And people don’t care who you are

Is tired of hearing about all the old stories

Have a thousand reasons not to receive them

I protect no

And I will hide nothing

But according to you is the continuing

I don’t want it

Is about to move soon

Can’t complain because

I have the smile left

Poetrey and music

I dont take it back

Lifelines but not me

Phone calls and text messages

Every day and night

Don’t need it

May be that I’m a bad bitch according to you

Maybe I’m the dishonest according to you

Do not want to hear anything about excuses

And do not need to select someone’s page so stop

Can I call you?

can I meet you?

What is the thing that you don’t understand

I change nothing