They think I was a player because I was devoted to the game
They thought I worked hard on my offense to break down these women’s defenses just to score
They think it’s the body count that made me manipulate them into my arms to get between their legs
They think I’m satisfied with a different woman in my bed every night
When during the day, even my bed can feel the loneliness
They think I love the easy women
They think it’s for the cool points that my heart grew cold
They think they have me figured out
Another dog chasing after every female dog in the streets
They think I’m happy with all the texting buddies, but no wife
But they don’t know
They don’t know how tired I am of this, how tired I am of myself
How tired I am of living like this
How tired I am of these games, but that’s the only way I can score with a chick.
They don’t know how after sleeping with these ladies, I wish I had more chemistry with at least one of them to cuddle, to give goodnight kisses and wake up beside.
They don’t know how loneliness consumes me
With a phone filled with women’s numbers, I still feel unwanted and unworthy
They don’t know these easy women make it easy for me to feel confident about myself; although it’s the wrong type of confidence
I feel validated by them, I feel accomplished, I feel loved although I’m having sex with them, not making love
They don’t know how tired I am of chasing fool’s gold
Chasing fast women who would sleep with me in a heartbeat
Leaving me with the empty feeling I felt before I started the chase
The player in me is played out. I just want love, but that’s the only thing I can’t seem to find
So, I keep pimping in hope of finding love.
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