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
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 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
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 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?"
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 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
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 It's this girl
 
 But she's not mine