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Sorry

I’m sorry that I can simplify your insecurity complex

Even though your convex hips and curves give me dreamy nerves

My endings, my cables be rendering you as my Anna of the Green Gables

I’ve got a light bulb and a spanner

Clothes shopping with you would give me more smiles than a town planner given their own island, but I’m sorry

That you wobble more than your wobbly bits even though I think you’re curvy luscious, voluptuous and tight

Even though I show you Love Jones and recite A Blues for Nina like I was your Brotha to the night

I make you wish I was white and I’m sorry

Sorry that I’m just not swag enough

Ghetto black enough,

Want to hit it but not smack you tough

Gym rat, thank you and bang you gruff

Proper English, multi-level conversation but not slang enough

Just not African, just not Yardie

More Laurel & Hardy than Gyptian and Marley

Vibing like Fugee La in our Shangri la with Hugh Masakela

Seem I’m only on your radar for my niceness,

I’m not Osiris, you’re not Isis, a great catch but not a virus

I wrote my values on papyrus, so after the file is ingested

Know that I’m sorry that you’re just not interested

You took out me out with the insurance claim that you were interested,

So I means tested and found you cared to give me a little time without your mind or true get to know you time invested

Body banging like African Drums but once the lust was digested

The connection stung and felt like a rat infested hornets nest its

Like you’re being pestered with the bug of too good to be true

Like a hair dresser to uncle Fester your head you need to rake through

Notions of sweetness, meanness, the real man bleep test

Oh you’re not a risk taker…I’m sorry

You’re a lover not a faker, I’m sorry you’re just being honest, I’m sorry

I’ve got a bee in my bonnet but a bigger engine to move on from it

So I’m Sorry

 

I write a love letter to the beat because I really, really be

Sorry

Sorry that I’m the just next just trying to break a hex

You’re so vex like T-Rex because of your ex so to you I’m Mr Poetic X

Buck wild instead of bucking the trend

Good company and sex hoping the cycle will end

Screw it Buck it I’m sorry

Thought you were a diamond mine, you’re a neglected quarry

Sorry, sorry I’m really sorry

I can be the lorry that hits you from the blindside

Takes you off the road have you singing when we collide

Biffy Clyro

Instead you’d rather play Spyro

Showing a little flame while you play your game and shake your Ting Tings

That’s not my middle name,

21 seconds and you’re out for fame another notch called a Victory

Smoke without fire this story really isn’t Hickory Dickory

Jackanory cock story,

Pop that booty, lock me off and ride to glory while I cry poor me

See I’m richer for the experience, exposing your interest as desperate or delirious

I’m not really weary it’s just that my truth is always serious

I’m passionately clear because I romance in deed, I really want to need but because of want I bleed

So I’m sorry

 

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Special Kind of Fool

Am I a nice guy or a special kind of fool?

You’re challenging’ my manhood but I won’t act a tool

Your blatant insecurity won’t hang me to you

If you can’t control your thoughts I’m damned if I do

Tricks and party pieces just to appease you

If I’m not your man do you have a reason to

Give me the silent treatment screaming murder till your blue

Because I clicked like on a photo of a girl that wasn’t you

On Facebook too!

I’ve got nothing to prove, though I’m starting to question

Why you’re so affected before we’ve met and connected attention with affection

Take your head out your rectum, the jealousy’s forcing my retraction

You crave possession of my action for your satisfaction

Shouldn’t fighting for your attraction I want to hold your hand and,

I want kisses cuddles and the candles but paranoia has the handles

Say you’re interested but all your effort goes into acting Bo jangles

You got it all mangled, head twisted at wrong angles

Take me as I am, standard, I can be better than your previous

Experience, it’s wearying, I’m serious, it is delirious

Mischievous I could call it, not exciting or enthralling

This is the ride of your life if you don’t stop I’m stalling

If you’re game I’m balling my poker face is galling

I’m all in I’m serious I toss my chips at you

I should be pissed with those pictures of you kissing random dudes

You hypocrite…on Facebook too

But I’m not you! Trixsta!

You must think your game is slick

I’m a special kind of fool but you’re a crazy chick

True!

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Bitch Please

Excuse me miss thing I don’t mean to burst your ego

But just because you’re fat don’t think you appeal to negro

That’s not how we roll, we’re not all chubby chasers

We don’t all love to see rolls, don’t love size zeros, forget the haters

Some put out easy and yes they truly be hoes

Just because your sperm donor left you – it’s a not a debt that we’ll hold

You think your culture rejects you for your size you need to be bolder

Stop fronting like your miss independent when you’re just a toad with a chip on your shoulder

Until you love yourself, you’ll be special to no one

Want to be swept off your feet but you don’t need no man,

Get all depressed, start wearing fake sun tan

Show off your chest because you think it’s the best

The hit and a quit brigade will be ready to invest

When it’s the mentally dressed who you really want to arrest

Acting like a bitch will only switch their interest away

If you don’t respect their intellect because you feel a way

Your defensiveness will be offensive and when you’re old and grey

You’ll be repenting lamenting those oh so many dates but it’ll be too late

For the mirror never lies but first you must uncover it

Acting all blind just because the truth is too troubling

Words that are wise to the stubborn are bubbling

Remember the pain of your past but don’t let it govern you

For it wont be a personality clash that stops someone loving you

It’ll be the mask that shows an unconfident lack of love in you for you

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