Bourgeois
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The floozy type always wanna be the bourgeois type
The type a reason why girls can't be friends in any season
'Cause they pussy way past seasoned
And they find it mo' pleasin' to turn they insecurities into hurtful words to break through the securities of other females
Can't we all jus love each other?
Instead a lovin' the retail
Or the gossip and details?
Y'all make me wanna apologize to those that've been hurt by ur deceit where
you've attempted to put those you don't like in contempt but
failed in ya own defeat.
Keepin' tabs like a receipt on those who've hurt you
And what's worse is that you put ya ego in first instead a
Tryn'a better yaself
carin' too much 'bout how you appear to someone else
And not choose up on those that you love and love you
for what that boy got under his belt.
Sayin' those constant lies
Refraining from living a life that's so
Maintained through self gratitude and
False attitude enough to resemble true intellect yet
It neglects to fulfill the definition of trill (quote on quote).
Neva' fits to lay the description but the prescription to her ailment has her usin her heart like a payment.
Consider this the
Pains of a young dame feelin deranged
Intuitive glances that surpass the mundane
But you end up just bein' a simple-minded lame.