x2] I you to know That I am to go, heartbeat My I wanted you to you are around, can't speak I speak
I know your boy like tie and a cuff tight He go and breakfast You walk naked I just text you Turn your phone over, it's all over No settling down, my text go to your You better than that I come around when you expect me I'm sitting at the bar when glass is empty You thinking that the songs on to tempt me I need to be alone like the way you me You start calling, you crying I come over, I'm you I can't you The that I once had But the sex we have, isn't half bad The text say "It's not fair" code for "He's not here" And I'ma with this new girl And I'ma if it don't work So we fuck, we come, to conclusions All the things we thought we was losing I'm ghost and you this That's why we broke up in the place
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It's night Thursday I that you heard me But you don't want the same Well two can that game So I'm with my girlfriend But she not my girlfriend She got a key to my but She's not my real Stupid, so Say the wrong thing and girls come runnin' I'm paranoid these girls want something from me And it's hard to a dime go one hundred And my dude freakin' out over a fate She on time, but she late for they date he went and tried out all new condoms Slipped off in a threesome, good Right? Askin' him if she play games With the super smash brothers, but none of you I miss the sex when you whenever you through Sixty nine is the only for two I was wrong, but would you have listened to Uh, you were I got a heart, but the Is the thing girls want when you in that smokin' light
x2]
So done? This the real shit? We to hold hands like field trips I'm a jerk, but your is a real dick I his post on your wall and I feel sick He ain't cool, he ball and all But he a fake nigga who blog in all caps You wait to date I'm going for your thighs like the cake you ate I give a fuck about the niggas you say you hate You know that I'm the best I'm a-fake-tionate I'm the that you had, face it J and are related, racist I give you money, then you burn it, you made off She ain't a killer, but she'd blow your head off I he wondering, "What the fuck you hiding?" we dated like raps about Bin Laden Ayo, fuck Are we Are we fucking? Are we best friends? Are we in between that? I wish we fucked, and I mean that
But not really, you say the nastiest shit in bed and it's awesome