Unappreciated is such a compelling feeling. Like I maid yo ass, and in return I get thrown in the dumps.
Like them nights I waited on you hand and foot to make the impossible possible.
Unappreciated to the extent I’m single mothering this shit and you’re just parenting with benefits,
Marveling in my face like that dummy still stays,
Somehow I have one billion reasons that keep me from walking away.
Cause obviously I make unappreciated look so got damn great,
To the point I put my needs to the side and move mountains that’s not even in my path,
Reroute my plans to coexist in an unappreciated world.
And I guess once you’ve realized I can’t handle no more or I’m close to my breaking point,
You convince yourself that those sorry excuses of compliments makes me want more.
Unappreciated I can’t endure; soon you’ll realize that those one billion reasons for me to stay is the exact same reasons why I’m finally walking away.