Aim

You don’t want to explore her mind

Yet you always texted her “when will you be mine?”

“Your body and face look so divine”

Funny how it went from that to straight up lies

Pay attention to my next lines

Oh my God, so many signs

I’m telling you I don’t have the time

Yea you fine, but that isn’t enough to want to make you mine

I enjoyed my wine

More than I enjoyed being with you

I enjoyed my rhymes

More than I enjoyed talking to you

It took me a while to know I’m a dime

You will never stop me, I’ll always climb

I don’t have time for the games

Act up and then switch up the blame

To fake your whole vibe is so lame

Or maybe it’s me, it’s my fucking aim

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