QUEEN BEE - Written by Carroll Bryant
All she wanted was a pretty
face
She didn’t care what was
taking place
Inside my heart
Messaging me everyday
Luring me in with her magical
ways
She played me smart and she
played me well
Broke my heart and left a
trail
Of tears for others to follow
Damaged by a soul in her that
is hollow
Shallow
What came first was her needs
What hurt worst was the blood
I bled
She made me bleed
With the words
She used
Like a razor
To cut me
And then she cut me off at
the knees
Fired up her troops
On my head, career, she
pooped
Stinking up the joint
Making sure to make her point
That she was queen bee
What hurt worse was the blood
I bled
She made me bleed
With the words
She used
Like a razor
To cut me
And then she cut off at the
knees
All she wanted was a pretty
face
She didn’t care what was
taking place
Inside my heart
Inside of me
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