I feel sorry for these hoes, easily lettin’ you bone. I feel sorry for you ‘cause you bonin’ these hoes only ‘cause you feelin’ alone. Sayin’ you want that lady who would change you and put your mind at ease. Problem is, you had one until you played her for the game, those loose minds, and the risk of disease. You’re infected with the guilt, but true gentlemen stick to their lady. You wasn’t built enough, she’s callin’ a worthy man, “baby”.
(Source: neonskywildhaze)
