Next (Interlude) - Grits: текст песни id 38694712
See it’s not that you ain’t fine
It’s just that I ain’t interested
Yep you guessed it I’m the result of a love that never lasted cause lust was
always present. I was hoping by the way I dressed and ignored your previous
attempts that it would be evident that sweet talk leaves a sour taste in my
mouth and there’s no substance behind the shallowness of your arrogance
Yo-Coach gives me the impression that you think I would find it a privilege
that you extended a compliment my way. All I can say is your affirmations or
confirmation’s not revelations that I’m the one to be pursued--brother I
thought you knew
Yeah you’re fine but good looks and tight gear won’t get my time nearly as fast
as a man who’s got enough insight to see beyond my Coke-bottle figure and
enough vision to make me believe without «priority's» not a bed buddy but a
soulmate
Time’s a tickin I have no more to waste on little boys or Usher-like
confessions. But that Mac-daddy garbage you just recited you’re my carnal curse
not a spiritual blessing. Fine men before your time taught me this lesson and
now I’m the one teaching you how to treat me and those young girls who are
following unknown that a fine man makes them no less beautiful or deserving of
Better
More
God’s best
No less
I’m sorry about this for sounding rude
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