(it's girl) she lives next to the store i loiter at we every night, she cry to me about her guy and if we text, i get pissed i get no reply
(it's girl) i know she's the key to love she is who i'm of when i ain't beating richard up the images her face looked the closest that i got was i'm poking her on facebook
(this girl) chats are so exciting, cause it's like she is me to her world full of privacy i'm getting gassed up, i think liking me she's gullible, and i wanna take it like a pirate (aargh)
(this girl) i see her in not really two doors down, but any time i pass to a piss in a stall, i picture us in the hall locking lips on the wall, her hand my dick my left hand on her tits, aw my getting hard some thoughts of dating this
(it's girl) her name is my (... fuck)
(this girl) all my got they bitches 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 nicest to her, and i just to concur a relation, i want the cheesy dates at the and stupid walks at the beach, and sharin' in a cup i had that, so when we holdin' hands walkin' home i look past that, the fact fucking guys that i hate but...
(this girl) are looking great, cut copy last time that we talked, she said her relationship was now that mr. faggot's gone, their's no one can stop me from bagging her, i got tickets to the roxies
(this girl) next day, metro's taking me 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? come to find out she got back her... nigga... (damn) damn... fuck...
(it's girl) x2 she's so pretty, fuck self pity, i feel so i wanna her in a jealous rage, but if she replied or say anything, smile, i know
what do i do with myself? sit in my room for some xbox with piles full of wet socks, fuck that
(this girl)
my nigga "ace, what happened to such and such?" i her name, and then, tell em' i probably or i could tell em the truth and say she like me much but i lie and say she moved to nebraska...
(it's girl...)