So umm
This is a love story
We’ll, sort of
We’ll, not really
She say I’m little boy, that is murder
My boy Keith said she’s such a burger
She does petty things that’s unheard of
She hurts me even though I haven’t hurt her
It always seems that I prefer the
Bat sh#t crazy ones that a serve ya’
She said she has a life so she don’t need me
If you don’t see me sexually then why you tease me?
But me no cry me no river, me no boohoo
I feel no pain so no need to kiss the booboo
I had a dream that you was twerking in a tutu (yeah)
I had a dream that you were drinking up my Yoo-hoo (yeah)
That long #ss corny text I sent, delete that
I swear on every thing fam’ this b#tch know voodoo
Me and you should do what you and that other dude do
I’m not a hater I just want a piece of you too
Cause’ she shot me down
She cut me three sword style
Click click, pow pow
She cut me three sword style
She said she like em’ bulky I’m too puny
She said she like em’ Peter I’m too Stewie
She let me rub up on her body
Then she be like “okay stop”
Like, why you do this to me?
Them blue balls you give me is a struggle
I can’t make this disappear I’m a muggle
Me and my thoughts need to get up in a huddle
Like okay how can we get this b#tch to love you?
But you big ole’ booty got me mad obsessive
I squeeze yo’ #ss cause’ you like that sh#t aggressive
I got a thing for these African girls I swear bro
Yo’ let me slide up in dim’ guts there’s no pressure
I keep texting like I haven’t learned my lesson
She reply wit’ hearts that does my #ss no justice
When she see me, start caressing being extra
Pretend she wanna get the sexing
Cause’ you still shot me down
You cut me three sword style
Click click, pow pow
Ya’ cut me three sword style
Why you always tryna’ b#llsh#t up on me
Why you do things on purpose that get me h#rn#
You hella’ petty for that you mad corny
My boy said I be looking like I be struggling when he saw me
I thought you was my Topanga and I thought I was your Cory
Oh so you’re sorry, oh na’ na’ na’ you’re just sorry
I need to get these feelings all up off me
That big ole’ booty caught me, that’s costly
But me no mad, me no salty
Them weak emotions dust them off me
And you ain’t gotta’ f#cking talk to me
Cause’ I don’t need your pity party
I never fear to be alone
I’d rather have my own zone
So f#ck you and your chromosome’s
I hope your fake #ss comatose
I hope you fall in the sea
And you get eaten by some hammer shark
I hope you get punched by a man
That turns out to be Ayra Stark
I hope yo’ #ssh#l# blow up from a lighter
From an accidental fart
I hope you sh#t a pop tart
And yo’ #ssh#l# rip apart
She cut me three sword style
Click click, pow pow
She cut me three sword style
So um
That was my kinda’ not really love story
I’m so happy you were entertain by my you know
Misery n’ sh#t
f#cking #ssh#l#s
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