You only check on me for control
And when I don't answer right away you get tore
But I'm not a toy
It's not fair that I get treated like a door
You cant come in and out as you please
This attitude I got you pressed
Because I'm applying pressure
My time is a treasure
You treat me crazy like are you getting pleasure
I'm not the one to measure
Mouthafuka I'ma blessing
I'm not for stressing
All this shit you created is a mess
But I know genuinely this is a test
You not finna push my🌡️ aura around like a press 🌡️
Because eventually
I'ma crack 🌋 with happiness 😊
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Author:
Star seed (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 24th, 2026 13:00
- Category: Humor
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