You gonna change up?
Are you gonna start wearing
Shoes with no socks,
And doing the
Do you expect me to believe that you’re going to start giving up?
You must have forgotten,
For all your sad talk, getting lost in sorrow.
I’ve been out on the stoop so long
Hollering at you, my insides have gone rotten.
Look, I need you to be in that space
Where you see other dimensions
And got the head to take me with you.
I miss you… I miss exploring the issues.
Now you look like you spend your nights
Cuddled up with a box of tissues
Feeling sorry for yourself.
Where’s the suspense?
Get over it, I got a joke for you.