The only fucking timeYou should fuck up my makeupIs when you piping me downNot to make up or break up If you're gonna get on my nervesAnd get under my skinI got 8000 in my clit bitchGet on one of...

You think she's angry, but you don't see,   The weight she carries silently.   It’s not the rage that fills her eyes,   But tiredness in a thin disguise.   She's not furious, but worn and torn,   From dreams abandoned, hopes forlorn.   She’s tired, she’s weary, she’s feeling...