Entitled "Slickest Of The Slick"

Who knew that 10 years later we’d be in that bed

Made of your blood mixed with my sweat

Staring at the marshmallow walls asking me “are you done yet”

My 55 minutes of haven is up This was simply constellation prize

It’s like having a happy meal without the fries

It makes no sense dollars and cents swim in my mind

Because I overspent my energy with you

And now the next lucky customer called my wife that gets my heart will have to pay a price for my love previously marked down by you

How come I did not see the signs that this was modern day romantic slavery

And I was nat Turner Your Devil‘s voice in my head saying “Where you think you going boy “

Get back to work work on the house called my dreams that you have laid the floorplans and the blueprints for to while I move another person in and change the locks behind your back

My mama always taught me to work smarter not harder

It’s harder to see you in another woman’s arms

Sometimes I feel like I committed armed robbery because I stole you from the woman that God intended you to be with because

The words “bird”and “bad bitch” is nowhere in your linguistical lexicon

You should call me Houdini because I tricked you into believing you ever had a future with me

Unfortunately I’m not Ciara and I will not be telling you I’m sorry

It’s not that I don’t want anyone disabled

I just don’t want you