Artist: Tyler, The Creator
Genre: Hip Hop/Rap
She lives next door to the store that I loiter at
We talk every night, she cry to me about her guy
And if we text, I get pissed when I get no reply
I know that she's the key to love
She is who I'm thinking of when I am beating Richard up
To mental images her face looked
Closest that I got is when I'm poking her on Facebook
Video chats are so exciting 'cause it's like she is inviting me
To her world full of privacy, I'm getting gassed up
I think she's liking me, she's gullible
And I just wanna take it like a pirate, I see her in class
Not really two doors down but in anytime that I pass
To take a piss in a stall, I picture us in the hall
Locking lips on the wall, her hand grabbing my dick
My left hand on her tits, aw, my shit's getting hard
From thoughts of dating this bitch
Her name is my passwords, all my niggas got they bitches and stuff
But all the bitches they fuck are known as bitches and sluts
And she's special, I know that y'all I come off as rough
But I'm the nicest to her and I just want to concur a relation
I want the cheesy dates at the movies
The stupid walks on the beach and sharing straws in a cup
I never had that so when we holding hands walking home
I look past that, the fact that she's fucking guys that I hate but
Things are looking great, cut, copy
Last time we talk she said that her relationship was rocky
Now that Mr. Fag is gone, there's no one that can stop me
From bagging her, I got these tickets to the Roxy
Next day metro's taking me home I see her in the cut at Wendy's
But she's not alone, fuck who's that guy?
Wait, why the fuck he 'bout to kiss her?
Come to find out she got back with her nigga
She's so pretty, fuck self-pity, I feel so shitty
I wanna text her in a jealous rage, but if she reply to say anything
I'ma smile I know, what do I do with myself? Sit in my room for Some days? Play Xbox and piles full of wet socks, fuck that
My nigga ask, "Ace, what happened to such and such?"
I could slander her name and then tell him I probably fucked
Or I could tell him the truth and just say she ain't like me much
But instead I lie and say she moved to Nebraska
Writer(s): Tyler Okonma
Copyright: Sony/ATV Songs LLC, Golf Wang Steak Sauce
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