(it's girl) she lives next to the store that i at we talk every night, she cry to me her guy and if we text, i get pissed i get no reply
(it's girl) i know that the key to love she is who i'm thinking of i ain't beating richard up the images her face looked the closest i got was when i'm poking her on facebook
(this girl) chats are so exciting, cause like she is inviting me to her world full of privacy i'm getting up, i think she's liking me she's gullible, and i just wanna take it a pirate (aargh)
(this girl) i see her in not really two doors down, but any that i pass to take a in a stall, i picture us in the hall locking lips on the wall, her hand grabbing my my left hand on her tits, aw my shit's hard some thoughts of this bitch
(it's girl) her is my password (... fuck)
(this girl) all my niggas got they bitches and but all the bitches, fuck i know these bitches is but she's special, i know to i come off as rough but i'm the to her, and i just want to concur a relation, i want the cheesy at the movies and walks at the beach, and sharin' straws in a cup i never had that, so we holdin' hands walkin' home i look that, the fact she's fucking guys that i hate but...
(this girl) things are great, cut copy last time we talked, she said her relationship was rocky now that mr. faggot's gone, their's no one that can me from bagging her, i got these tickets to the
(this girl) next day, metro's me home i see her in a cut at wendy's, but she's not who's that guy, wait, why the fuck he to kiss her? to find out she got back with her... nigga... (damn) damn... fuck...
(it's girl) x2 she's so pretty, fuck self pity, i feel so i wanna text her in a jealous rage, but if she or say anything, smile, i know
what do i do myself? sit in my room for some days play xbox piles full of wet socks, fuck that
(this girl)
my nigga asked "ace, what to such and such?" i her name, and then, tell em' i probably or i could em the truth and say she didn't like me much but instead i lie and say she to nebraska...
(it's girl...)