(it's girl) she next door to the store i loiter 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 mental images her face the closest i got was when i'm poking her on facebook
(this girl) chats are so exciting, cause it's like she is inviting me to her world full of i'm getting gassed up, i she's liking me she's gullible, and i wanna take it like a pirate (aargh)
(this girl) i see her in not really two down, but any time that i pass to take a in a stall, i picture us in the hall locking lips on the wall, her grabbing my dick my left hand on her tits, aw my getting hard some thoughts of dating this
(it's girl) her is my password (... fuck)
(this girl) all my niggas got they and stuff but all the bitches, fuck i these bitches is sluts but she's special, i know to ya'll i off as rough but i'm the to her, and i just want to concur a relation, i want the cheesy dates at the and walks at the beach, and sharin' straws in a cup i never had that, so we holdin' hands walkin' home i look past that, the fact she's fucking guys i hate but...
(this girl) are looking great, cut copy last that we talked, she said her relationship was rocky now that mr. faggot's gone, no one that can stop me bagging her, i got these tickets to the roxies
(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, self pity, i feel so shitty i wanna text her in a rage, but if she replied or say anything, smile, i know
what do i do with sit in my room for some days play xbox with piles full of wet socks, fuck
(this girl)
my nigga asked "ace, what happened to and such?" i her name, and then, tell em' i probably or i could tell em the truth and say she didn't me much but instead i lie and say she to nebraska...
(it's girl...)