Her

Oh I don't need the metronome bro (Ey) Candy meet the cane When you wanna be, ahh When you eat all the cheese in the store In the the store, in the store, in the store, yeah, yeah yeah Alright (It's this girl) 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 look 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, oh my shit's getting hard From thoughts of dating this bitch Her name is my password All my niggas got they bitches and stuff But all the bitches they fuck, are known as bitches and sluts But she special, I know to 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 And 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 (Action) 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 a cut at Wendy's, but she's not alone Who's that guy? Wait, why the fuck he 'bout to kiss her? Come to find out she got back with her nigga, damn, fuck 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'mma 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 smother 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 It's this girl But she's not mine