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Oh I don't need the metronome bro |
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(It's this girl) |
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She lives next door, to the store that I loiter at |
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We talk every night, she cry to me about her guy |
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And if we text I get pissed when I get no reply |
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I know that she's the key to love |
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She is who I'm thinking of when I am beating Richard up |
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To mental images her face look |
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The closest that I got is when I'm poking her on Facebook |
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Video chats are so exciting |
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Cause it's like she is inviting me to her world full of privacy |
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I'm getting gassed up, I think she's liking me |
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She's gullible and I just wanna take it like a pirate |
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I see her in class |
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Not really two doors down but in anytime that I pass |
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To take a piss in a stall, I picture us in the hall |
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Locking lips on the wall, her hand grabbing my dick |
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My left hand on her tits, oh my shit's getting hard |
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From thoughts of dating this b*tch |
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Her name is my passwords, f*ck |
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All my n*ggas got they b*tches and stuff |
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But all the b*tches they f*ck, are known as b*tches and sluts |
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But she special, I know to y'all I come off as rough |
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But I'm the nicest to her, and I just want to concur |
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A relation, I want the cheesy dates at the movies |
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And stupid walks on the beach, and sharing straws in a cup |
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I never had that, so when we holding hands walking home |
