Missing my Beyonce

"Missing My Beyonce"

I'm over it. I'm so upset.
He Beyhive must be going crazy!
The queen has returned, and she's mad as hell.
And she's dishing all the dirt about Jay Z.
I haven't heard the album yet
Because my ass is in the Regional locked up.
But I got a track list, and can't wait to hear
"Pray You Catch Me" and "Hold Up".
My bro sent me some of the lyrics to the songs,
And it's only increased my appetite.
I'm in jail, literally feenin' for "Freedom"
And I know all too well about "All Night".
I'm missing my girl, Beyonce Gisselle,
And I need a radio like quick.
So I can turn up to "Don't Hurt Yourself"
Where she's talking about bouncing to the next dick!
If I knew March 14h what I know now
I'd have never surrendered to incarceration
'Cause I could still be out there (a fugitive though),
Watching all the late hoes try to get in "Formation"
She did it again, dropped a #1 album
And proved she can still stop the world.
Yonce' is back and she's serving "Lemonade"
And she's still reppin' as Daddy's little girl.
Long live the queen, our Texas Bama
Mutha of the House of Hitmakers
Her 6th solo album has topped the charts again
And even has the boy's saying "Twirl on my haters"!

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