Creepin

I just wanna know who
It’s true… case closed
My angel was 2
Or more like
I prolly had a few
They key is within me…
Dance is still in my heart and part of my soul
Cause I can’t shut it out or ignore it but yet it always has a special way to console
It always can break a mood or touch me in a way I feel on an inner nature
Shutter island that while you all sit back and either hate or debate her
Playing me?
Nah… I’m more like I better not be
Playing you?
It’s something I could never do
Sleep?
Twice…
To what like 20?
Like any ole trick bitch can just up and run me
Oh yeah I see
Plans like they running the stand G
And when you wanna talk about filfthy
That’s hating cause a complexion is milky
Like you ain’t prepared for how you once ago so low to repair a tare if you only knew was there that only you would know
“Who wanna come test me” (in his Rasta call)
It’s ok, cause I can walk away but they’re the ones that just won’t let it go