Look what I made you do
You're so vindictive this is true
Take your meds I'm sick of you
Keep your head under my shoe
Get some help you're full of symptoms
You're diagnosed with poor me syndrome
Can't take the heat
Get the hell of the kitchen
The truth was leaked
Get back in your position
Thought it was sweet
Oh I forgot to mention
Wolves dressed as sheep
They're starving for attention
Get some help you're full of symptoms
You're diagnosed with poor me syndrome
Bleep this I'm a hot mess
You tried to go hard gave it your best
Peep this you're no contest
Grade your report card F on your tests
X on your chest no x marks the spot
Respect is expressed when I'm standing on top
Be slow to speak and watch your tongue
It ain't no fun, when the rabbit has the gun
Get some help, you're full of symptoms
You're diagnosed with poor me syndrome
You throw rocks then hide your hand
You're soft as cotton you're a gentle man
People trying to deceive
I'm framed get the picture
Devil don't even believe
Come to me quoting scriptures
You need help you're full of symptoms
You definitely have the poor me syndrome
Instigate then play the victim
That's what I call poor me syndrome
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