𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝟚 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗

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?