I keep getting in the way
Causing so many things to be delayed
But my intuition caused me to play
So theres some things I need to say
But the Divine Intervention
Is requesting me to listen
Raising its hand to dismiss me
Neglecting to text me back
To say he miss me
But no words are even needed
& I’m not even being conceited
Feeling like the joke
They screaming “treated”
I don’t even feel defeated
Mislead’d
Or mistreated
I’m so close to saying “beat it”
Finest if he ever seen it
& The way I ride it
He know I mean it
I’ve seen you happy
But did you mean it?