Aliens

"Aliens"

I think all women have chemical imbalances,
And partake in bi-polar practices.
Either that or at least just the ones I've met,
Kuz the closer to them you get,
The more you realize karma must be teaching you a lesson called "that's what you get!"

All that girls wanna do is lead you on strong,
You follow their lead then a week later somethings wrong,
But they won't tell you what it is to say the least,
Their excuse is "ohh I'm sorry, I need time to work on me."

Now that's some B.S.,
You expect me to believe this,
Your the one that initiated all cup cake activities and now you wanna rest in peace this?

That's the kind of stuff I'm talkin bout,
Just a week ago she didn't want you to leave her alone,
Now she's lookin at you funny like you ran a touchdown into the wrong endzone.

Let me tell you a story to better explain this, and
To refrain from sugar coatin or changin this,

I met this chick right,
Body and mind was right,
Well at least her body was,
She used to stick to me closer than a wet suit made by body glove.

She even nicknamed her self in my phone as "Bobby's love",
And went as far as puttin me in her fav 5's but not the bottom 4, I was the one above.

Everything was great at least it was in my head,
Till eventually it seemed like she'd purposely wake up from the wrong side of the bed.

I tried to cut her some slack and blame it on her monthly,
Till those 4-5 days ended and she still acted abruptly.

Its almost like all those hours on the phone meant nothing,
And it pisses me off kuz I'm not even a phone person,
And what worsens,
The situation is now my phone bills so high I wanna call her and start cursin,

So here I am wondering what's going on with an expression that's ill,
Kuz now she got me confused as hell,
and I also gotta pay a $300 phone bill.
Aaaand some how learn to read her mind as well.

This shit aint koo,
I never knew a pre-req to dating her was a diploma from psychic school,
Followed my 6 months of internship with mrs cleo.
That's the only way I could of prevented bein so sick like neyo.

She got me caught in the matrix like neo,
I can't even listen to the kind of music that's ends with soul and starts with neo,

Because floetry, and erykah badu remind me of her,
And mos def's "ms fat booty" allows me to think not so kindly of her.
She got her booty and her mental issues from her mother,
And her heartless ways apparantly from her older brother.

And shit really hits the fan when you figured her all out,
Her ex dumped her, ran her out the house,
She found out,
That he potentially found a new spouse,
And that's why she met you and got aroused.

Kuz she was vulnerable,

But eff that, kuz that's not an excuse,
For you to,
Run around blind folded with your heart open and fall in love with the first man you run face first into,

I swear women are Aliens,
With hearts that can shape shift into titanium,
And rush into relationships without using their cranium,
And they have the nerve to call us men assholes!
Like doin people wrong don't pertain to them,

Man I swear girls are Aliens.

END.