I’m not her type.
Her Exes don’t look like me
But she doesn’t have a type
Good news for me right?
Dunno…not quite
The guys she likes now, don’t share my style
Some don’t share my complexion
Some don’t share my affection
Or the infatuation…or the dedication
Or that I can make her laugh saying ‘sowwy’ like I’m Asian
If she likes ceasers or dreads, damn shame my head’s shaved
If she doesn’t date black men…look what my momma made.
I’m a homebody and boring,
don’t do much for courtin’
She could cuddle up with me, drink tea and
Watch wheel of fortune
She loves my brain, I guess that’s important
But does she know my name, you’d think that’s important
If she only wanted me for sex? I’d take what I could get
She doesn’t have sex? So much for that shit
Maybe she likes’em taller, thicker or thinner
maybe its cuz I’m a picky eater, and she can’t cook me dinner
Whatever the reason, my chasin will have to end
Every time I think I’ve found her…bam another friend 🙁
















