One night at the strip club
I pay the tab to eat.
You’re around; only when its my treat..
Niggas pay you money just to see your feet.
They don’t have my set of eyes
to see whats beneath
Maybelline, Mac makeup, Bobbi Brown
You were never “My Type”
You only looked the part.
The conversation never went deeper than the weather
–even when we werent’t together.
You Never shared secrets with me.
Your only goal was to impress “this bitch”
& shit on that “nigga”
but you never tried to support me!
When I look at you,
I am comfortable knowing.
I gave more than I ever received.