"This here is on some truthful shit
It seems like everything I do, your used to it
And I hate hearing stories bout who you've been with
Swear I gotta hide, what I'm feeling inside
-Feel like I'm in crazy competition with the past
This why I gotta ask, is anything I'm doing brand new?"
Drizzy understands me.
That's kind of self explanatory, I'm trying to be as understanding as possible
so you can be happy. But it's killing me. I'm sorry I care more than your ex - girlfriends do, I'm sorry that I'm not the kind of girl who is easy and won't give in easily, I hate being compared so don't fucking compare me cause I ain't like them, I'm not the type to cheat or sleep around - I'm not using you as an accessory or somebody to just walk around the mall with and just link your arm to show off to my friends , I'm NOT like that. I'm not going to stay around keeping my speed to second place material, I'm in it to be number one and to be a real thing not just a sleezy fling or sloppy second. I bet your ex - girlfriends are reading this, but I don't give a fuck. I honestly don't give two shits. Cry if you like. I don't even know why i'm still talking about this, it's almost half a year and i'm still on this second place, phase. Step into my shoes for one day and try to imagine yourself pleasing yourself , your hard to please. I'm not a jester, so i'm not good at entertaining - I hate when you aren't smiling. But try to be in my situation, let's trade places and see how it feels to always be second place in your fucking life. I want to put this behind me , but we got to be in this together.
