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lil kydd - date with asterisk lyrics

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lil kydd:
what have you done for me lately?

that’s something society views
as the old, tired relationship haiku

that symbolizes woman

voicing her upheaval in paradise
grievances about her man

let’s all support the sister
give her a hand

but let’s give a sideways look to this dude
who’s return on his investment is long overdue

for surely this man’s wining and dining you
showing a good time to you

could only be his desire to infiltrate your b-ttonflies…

my, my, what a clever disguise

write me off, why don’t you
for i have the inquiry
of how much i’ve done for you
what lately have you given me?

blasphemy? i know
it seems so asinine

why, you’ve given me tons lately!
you’ve given me… a hard time

now here’s the debate
relationships are a give and take

it’s rare that i would skip a tab
on any of our weekly dates

but strangely i feel… hollow

as if i’ve invested in you all day and tomorrow

and not just food, nor clothing
nor that new hat you saw in the window, no

sometimes i’ve given you my respect
the likes of which sometimes you don’t even appreciate

i feel as if you don’t return as much love as i dish out

i exponentially get it from you less and less

i give you my heart, i get… requests

you’ve cooked me a meal on certain days

used to willingly lean in and kiss me on some odd dates
all those intimate encounters you’d gladly reciprocate

as a means to reward me for money on our dates

and that is not what love is

you’re a companion, not a service
and the same can be said for me

you make it feel as if your affection requires a fee

judging by the stature of this matter i would gather
that you are the asterisk in this transaction, not me

when’s the last time you so much as gave me a hug
without me having to reach into my wallet and pay for it?

look at the costs, they’re nothing nice. it’s…

a hug: $3.25
a kiss: $10.00
trying to get your lady more invested in your relationship: priceless

i bet an underscore would be so willing to go out of pocket
so willing to bend over backward

for the basic reciprocity of love he should already have
like obedient pet to master

there’s no extended metaphor for what needs to be put so plainly

the days and nights you make feel like weeks and months namely

because your absence of emotion feels like neglect
it interferes with my mental health

so i shell out pieces of myself
depleting my wealth to keep myself from going insane, see?

and i’m not using the drug cliché
ke$ha covered that nicely already…

a girl makes you feel good about yourself
gives you self-esteem

but when’s the last time you’ve said anything nice to me?

y’know, me?
your man

the skinny, scrawny, cheap guy
you have around your finger

the one whose voice stands to ruin everything you stand to enjoy

the unattractive, unappealing, undeserving of praise
the young man you wouldn’t embrace so quickly as your new toy

i’ve reached inside and shelled out until my heart became swollen and sore

the long, lean and lanky… supply store

nah, you want an underscore

someone who’s used to compromising himself for the outputs of his suppliers;
his bosses

well caledonia, what make your big head so hard
as to not grasp that in the pit of my heart

that toy does not possess my affection
just two double-a batteries and a monotone inflexion

and i’d voice this to you in person, believe me
but if i were to do that, you’d just call me needy

so let’s all support the sister
give her a hand

for she wants her man to please her
she shouldn’t be pleasing her man

it’d be… unfair? unequal?
right?
wrong?
how relationships operate
give and give and eventually take

i’ve carried this relationship;
this partnership on my back

my lower back wants me dead
and my upper back wants ransom

all this work for your love on these various degrees
just sounds like underscore work to me

so if your thoughts cost a penny
and your insights cost a dollar

what amount could you spare to convince me that you care?
what emotions can you pay to free me from myself?

i’m emotionally spent. so can you spot me this check for once?

girl:
uhhh babe, we’re in a park, not a restaurant

lil kydd:
it’s called an extended metaphor…

girl:
huh? i don’t get it

lil kydd:
y’know what, never mind. let’s go home. this is pointless

girl:
okay, then. still out of your wallet though

lil kydd:
come again? what was that?

girl:
ah nothing, nothing, nothing at all

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