If I told you I wanted to talk to you,
You'd prolly think i'm tryna holla at you...
And maybe I am, but you wouldn't hear me out anyway's would you?
See all i ever wanna do is be relevant, just tell me that i ever meant anything, or that you could ever see me and you in another light...
But its like the dark women endures the darkest nights by the wrong man, mostly all of them have made you someone incapable of a first impression...
What i do is i channel my aggression with no cable or antenna, just intentions to impress you, if capable...
Hoping that the material possessions can materialize to a better you...
Cars, nothing i drive can drive you out of this frame of mind with such a ugly picture in it, and,
Money, nothing i buy can buy me more time for your ears to tell your heart to listen to it...
Diamonds, a girls best friend is what they say but, believe me with the right allegiance shorty you gonna shine anyways...
And everyday that goes by is a couple more lines in her diary,
the day before is better than the present,
so anyone presented in her presence endures these life... sentences,
no key for release,
no reason to be around,
her minds in the clouds,
she writes it all down,
in her diary...
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