Broadcast

Listening to the jams on the radio
Head gassed, holla shorty and all I get is hell no
Seems like every story they sing isn't my reality
Are you feeling me
Or is your head still bouncing to the beat
They say I'll be your everything
But you say I'm just a friend
If I could turn back the hands of time you would be mine again
I can't feel on your booty-yes its-licious
But that baby mama drama got you acting malicious
After saying your name you want me to pay your bills
Misunderstanding songs of Lauryn Hill
Can you be my down ass bitch
Say I'm not offensive till you defending from me putting you down ass bitch
I wanna take a long walk
But end up finger fucking in the park
Cuz its the only time we think no ones watching in the dark
I got bruises from being down on my knees
Its not from begging please
Its because I saw them hotel fees
Just freeze, if you need the ice
The heat will never come on if you looking nice
Won't you be my girlfriend
So I can write another song because you're gone
Then so long, get your bags and get the hell on
It's over now, yet I still scream for peaches and cream
Too many years of broadcasting fantasies
Has turned my reality into a Hip hop melody
The perfect girl is not in Destiny's world
And success is not a 2 million dollar chain with a alligator vest
I must contest the way this game is being played
Making a ripple in the lake bu trying to make a wave