Her

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 she's the key to love

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

To mental images of her face look

The closest that I got is when I'm poking 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, arr

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

It's this girl, her name is my passwords, fuck

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 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, it's this girl, things are looking great cut copy

Last time we talk she said 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

Girl, 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 ****, damn

Fuck

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 **** 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