This is the second part of the continuing story of the characters from this post:
Black AI BodyBuilders
It's called . . . BeTrade
Music by @damngoodman
Lyrics:
Trade.
BeTrade.
Bitch, I know.
All that muscle.
All that flex.
All that man
and no respect.
Can’t get it out
my head.
Your lies still
crawl in my bed.
Memories
haunting me.
Your dirt still
stalking me.
Muscle cheating.
Muscle creeping.
While I’m up
rage-breathing.
Big back.
Nice arms.
Cold heart.
Fake charm.
Trade by day.
Snake by night.
Say my name
then hold him tight.
Shower Queen.
Soft and slick.
Caught that fool
on your dick.
Now he crying.
Face all cracked.
Phone in hand.
Wanting you back.
But you moved on.
That damn fast.
New dumb body.
Same old ass.
BeTrade.
That’s your name.
Built like a god.
Love like a game.
One man used.
One man played.
One more fool
getting BeTrade.
And the circle
still ain’t broke.
Just more sweat.
Just more smoke.