I like the beat not sure about them vocals

She's out of this world
At first I was bout It, til I was doubting this girl
Would stoop for me,
Stupidly
I friend zoned myself so I'd have my respect before her rejection would screw with me
I knew It'd be something I have to accept
She was the last of the best 
At first she gave Me a chance
Until she learned how worthless I am
It hurts, she would not get it at all 
her head was too large
She should not be more pretentious 
She said it: she valued her small modeling career Over my dead body
Which I bottled my fear
Of  not being good enough
I should have loved my self more
And valued her less
How Dare I bothered to get my hopes high off of my chest 
Because she  swore she's so wise and a nerd like me sure she doesn't hurt like me  acting like she's too good for  me would that be better than if she continued to leave me put on seen
She hurt my dreams cause she's young and hot
Look at me, what the fuck I got?
Wasn't much but my hopes high
I know  I'ma hypocrite
So I turned down others that were
Worse than myself otherwise I know why they probably feel the pain I had felt with this little bitch
Do I have the right to be like any part of this after artemis? hurts my pride, her future's bright, 
She used me like 
She's too good for me
I heard she's right
I used to like 
Angels like her
I'm sure I still do
Not like her rejection
This poor investment will leave me dead

 
I saw her rubbing up with a sugar daddy, it hurts badly she could have had me
Together, not hurt
For whatever it's worth 
I can't do better but, forget her it hurts. 
I'll forget her memory except to work on a better me 
To get my own trophy wife  I know be like her but, not because we'll never be. 
I need one after this b like the  letter c me
I don't do freebies 
I work for my worth and for any to need me
I gotta lot to do so they won't tease me
For Wanting more, so what she's not a whore  she got more self respect makes me want it more but I can not afford 
Much more than the dollar store oh poor me
I need Medicaid for my heart of course she got it sore. 
I know myself it helps I am not a 4
If ima 7 she's a 9
Worth more than my time
She's after the money 
It's not funny or fine
Whatever, I'll grind and get her off of my mind 
As I talk to a 7.5
Recognizing my league 
Accepting that she's too pretentious for me
The best I can do is write my hurt and help others rejected like me. 




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