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 #8 : Pillow got Priority

My  boyfriend's a sleepy head , queen of the bed,

Right when it's talking time, he's already fled.

Work drains his soul, yeah I know that's true,

Still missing my bitch like, what am I to do.

He says "just five minutes," I fall for the lie,

Next thing I know - he's off in the sky.

Dreaming big dreams while I stare at my phone,

Typing fake convos like I'm not alone.

I'm not mad, just dramatic, missing him deep,

While my man chose peace, a pillow, and sleep.

Rest well my love, I'll wait , that's my fate,

Just wake up soon....don't make me wait.