[Verse 1] Ma said "Wake up son, good morning" I rolled out of bed, greeted mama with a yawn then Paused to scratch an itch and went, down to the kitchen Fixed a plate of eggs and bacon, glass of Oj Simpson Just as I was about to dig in A thought jumped in my head, school was to be attended, shit I paid my thoughts no attention Cause I wasn't tryna kick it with this bitch that just ended it with me But mama wasn't havin it, so I grabbed my bag And split out the door and saw the whore that I'd rather kick It seems kinda brash but it's the hash, I mean the harsh truth She runs shit, she's the jock, I'm the horseshoe She's gorgeous, when niggas see it jaws hit the floor so When she left, it didn't break my heart it broke my torso Making my eyes ache, stalking her Myspace Posted a new pic, I mean it when I say, that I fucking hate you, but
[Verse 2] Maybe if you looked in this direction I'd pick my heart up off the floor and put it in my chest then Feel the fucking life, rushing through my body But you got a guy, it's not me, so my wrist is looking sloppy Come on, let's cut the bull like a matador You light me up like lamps a chance is all I'm really asking for Give me one, I promise I'll be back for more Most wanna tap and score, I want a fam of four Not like a family of four, just like.. fuck it You'll never listen to this shit anyways, fuck you, bitch
[Verse 3] She said "You rushing, you rabid son of a Labrador" But I'm attracted to you like teenyboppers to Apple stores The basement light is darkened and the switchblade is sharpened Her name on my arm and her face on a two percent carton See her face while you're fixing your breakfast And know she's in my basement, objecting to sex with Me murder spree, surges on with the next bitch Tombstones read Rip cause it's pieces they rest in
Compositores: Thebe Kgositsile, Tyler Gregory Okonma ECAD: Obra #7206167