Arab Gangster

You thought you were slick, playing games with my heart and my head, But the second you went sideways, the trust was already dead. I saw the messages, the late nights, the excuses you fed, You can't gaslight me, girl, I ain't easy to mislead. So get your stuff, hit the door, and don't look back when you leave, 'cause every lie you told me was a web you tried to weave. You're not a queen, you're a jester, and I'm tired of your show, Now watch how a real man wins when it's time to let you go. This ain't about revenge, it's about peace of mind, you can keep all your secrets, the ones you tried to hide. So keep your facade, your fake smile, and the drama you bring, on the Sean know what I mean looking real mean know what I mean certified with beams, with the beam I get the c.r.e.a.m know what i mean on time never late know what i mean i run this marathon like a king give me the crown so i can hit the blink dont blink cause I might just take yo heat bring the heat knock u off your feet dont over think cause I have to hit u with this blink then yo boat going sink <