Her

LETRA

Her

Oh I don't need the metronome bro
*mumbling*
Wanna eat all the cheese, in the store, 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
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
The closest that I got is when I'm poking her on Facebook
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, ah my shit's getting hard
From thoughts of dating this bitch
Her name is my passwords, f***

All my niggas got they bitches and stuff
But all the bitches they f***, are known as bitches and sluts
But 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 at 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 fuc*** 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 f*** he 'bout to kiss her?
Come to find out she got back with her ni***, damn, f***

She's so pretty, f*** 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? F*** that

My ni*** ask, "Ace, what happened to such and such?"
I could slander her name, and then tell him I probably fuc***
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