I ain't your prom queen

I aint the one u need

I aint some lil ball of clay u can mold

In the palm of ur hand

I dont need protection

Or for u to hold my hand

Or u to stick up for me just cuz u can



I can do it myself



I can be just a little bit

Of a little bitch when i want 2

I can be that

Lil bitch to you

U know that u

Don't appreciate dont want me

So why u actin

Like u really do?

Cuz i'll feel what i want to

Do what i gotta do

Say what i mean

So no to you

Why are u trippin

What r u sippin

If u think

Wed be good



Ill never call ur cell

Make u hurt like hell

Not really care about what u do

Piss u off so bad

Get u really mad

I hear opposites attract

But not in this case

I aint ur type

U know i'm right

So stop playin

Ur foolin urself

Don't wanna end it

Lose our good friendship

But we ain't meant to be