Oh, I don't need the metronome, bro

Wanna eat all the cheese in the store

In the store, in the store

In the store, yeah, yeah, yeah

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

It's this girl

I know that she's the key to love

She is who I'm thinking of when I am beatin' Richard up

To mental images of her face, look

The closest that I got is when I'm pokin' her on Facebook

This girl

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, arrr

This girl

I see her in class, not really two doors down, but anytime that I pass

To take a piss in a stall, I picture us in the hall

Lockin' lips on the wall

Her hand grabbin' my dick

My left hand on her tits

Ah, my shit's gettin' hard

From thoughts of datin' this bitch

It's this girl

Her name is my passwords, fuck

This girl

All my **** got they bitches and stuff

But all the bitches they fuck are known as bitches and sluts

And she's 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 sharin' straws in a cup

I never had that, so when we holdin' hands walkin' home

I look past that, the fact she's fuckin' guys that I hate, but

This girl

Things are lookin' great, cut, copy

Last time we talk she said that her relationship was rocky

Now that mister fag is gone, there's no one that can stop me

From baggin' her, I got these tickets to the Roxy

Girl

Next day metro's takin' 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 ****

Damn

Damn

Fuck

It's this girl

It's this girl

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

Girl

My **** asked, Ace, what happened to such and such?

I could smother her name and then tell him I'm 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