Girl you are just a confusion, you make my eyes see a
delusion. What people think is real, is fake. If I tease
you, you say I hate. But your nails are growing at an
enormous rate. Now if I ask about your hair you better
not be lying. Because yesterday it wasn't there, that's
some serious multiplying. You keep on denying and
saying your eyes are real. But last week they were
black, so can I please know the deal? Your lips are
packed with vaseline, your clothes are so tight, i can
see through your jeans, I'm sorry to tell you, i don't try
to be mean, but you want a real man when you yourself
ain't a Fein. You have nails as long as rails, and they're
fake and we all can tell. You have wigs, you have
weaves, to cover up those nappy peas. But can't you
just get a perm and go natural please? I can see where
you sewed, i can see where glued, i can see the change
in color, but to tell you would be rude. You have eyes
that you buy, red, brown, purple, and blue. But you
need to just be yourself, beautiful natural you.
