No more love
Next sixth months I better get my act up No more worrying about whether man give a fuck No more worrying about weather men, don't give a fuck No more helping the man I love get it up No more disappointment when I suck his dick and call his nut Then the nigga pulls his fingers out like "I'm done now, that's enough" Those were my first experiences and I thought that was what's what. I thought it was natural for the love to end there I didn't see that the love actually ended there No more tryna remember that the nigga doesn't care No more trying to forget what got me here Next sixth months I better get my act up No more moving on, it's July, I'm past it.









