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Honey child… please

Honey child… please(Please.)You really thought you had me beggin on my kneesChile no.Boy, I had you cryin in the sheets like a hymn(Amen, baby.)While I’m out here struttin, letting every curve brimMmh, overflow.
Honey child… breathe(Deep, baby.)Don’t shake now, that’s just my breezeWindbreaker energy.You ain’t special, you temporary(Temporaryyy.)I keep men stacked like a personal libraryAlphabetized.
Let’s start nasty, since that’s your lane(Yup.)You talk big game with a toddler brainTiny.Sayin what you did, where you been, who you hitBaby, I gave you half that stroke, so sit down.
You brag to your homies like you ruined my worldMeanwhile I got your toes curled like a scared lil girlShake, shake.You said “deep as sin,” boy, I wrote that sinI let you drown just to watch you swimStroke, stroke.
Honey child… please(Pleaseee.)You were sweatin on the mattress like you fightin a diseaseHot mess.Talkin “Daddy this, Daddy that,” you confuseYou an appetizer, baby, not the entrée I chooseNot even the salad.
I am just using you for that D(Just that.)Stop dreamin like you mean more to meWake uppp.I take that thing, use that thing, toss that thingRecycle bin.Like a discount toy from a clearance bin
I am just using you for that D(That’s it, baby.)I don’t cuddle, I don’t swoon, I don’t pleadNe-ver.I finish quick then I peace out sweetCall Uber on your phone while you still can’t breatheGasp more.
You say you trained me? Boy, that’s cute(Awww.)I had you tappin out like your spine hit muteSilence.You folded faster than a love note in schoolBegging “one more round” like a half-broke foolPathetic.
You talk glitter and secrets, like you king of the filth(You wish.)Baby, your stamina whimpered and wiltedLil flower.I had you droolin, gaspin, holdin on wobbly(Aw look.)Legs shakin like your attitude, sloppilyMessy boi.
Honey child… please(Stop it.)I saw you try to keep up, baby, weak at the kneesWobbly-wobbly.You was preachin like a pastor but losin your breathWhile I rode you like revenge with a vengeance to deathRide or die—without the ride part.
Boy don’t tempt me(Don’t.)I’ll ruin your life with a snap and a bend, seeCrack.You ain’t a blessing, you ain’t even a thrillYou a time-slot filler when I’m bored and want skillTuesday energy.
I don’t chase, I don’t ache, I don’t mourn(Nope.)I just take what I want like a queen rebornCrown tight.And what I wanted from you was a thirty-minute spree(Thirty.)After that? Blocked.BLOCKED!I am just using you for that D(Period.)
Honey child… please(Pleaseee.)Don’t flex like you ran these streetsWhose streets? Not yours.I rode you wild, flipped your pride insideAnd left you starin at the ceiling like your soul just diedRIP ego.
Honey child… please(One more time.)Keep the stories, keep the dreamsStorytime over.You ain’t my king, you ain’t my scene(Never was.)You were just a tool in a crown routineRoyal chores.
And let me put it plain, no apologyI am just using you for that D(And only the D.)
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