Are you cheating on me?
On me?
On me?
Set my soul free,
This ain’t polyamory.
It’s supposed to be just you and me,
I and I – it’s us & we.
That’s how It’s supposed to be,
But not how it is,
The stories I hear . . .
The things I feared.
But I didn’t even want the truth.
Throwing out the numbers of all these dudes.
I’m done with it.
Done getting into it.
Throwing baby fits.
But this young woman’s crying about the cheating,
The domestic violence,
And shitty beatings.
The kids she’s feeding.
Times are tough.
Seems like we never have enough,
But 1-2-3 boyfriends you playing at once?
And think I give a fuck about your dilemma?
Broke as shit and still paying for dinner,
And what do I get?
A sob story about a man who don’t give a shit.
About you as much as you do me,
Set my motherfucking soul free.
For real,
Chill.
I’m looking at some sexy ass too,
We’re only human,
What can we do?
Our minds will roam,
But we can still stay true.
That’s what I’ll do.
How about you?
Are you down?
Or just another cheater too?