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Oh, I don't need the metronome, bro. Ay. When you wanna be, yeah. Wanna eat all the cheese. In the store, in the store, in the store, In the store. Yeah, yeah, yeah. All right. It's this girl. She lives next door to the store that I Lure her 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 that she's the key to love. She is who I'm thinking of when I am Beating Richard up. Some mental images, her face but the closest that I got was 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 when I just wanna take it like A pirate. Arr. I see her in class, not really two doors Down, but any time that I pass, Take a piss in the stall, picture us in The hall. Black lips on the wall, Her hand grabbing my dick, my left hand in Her tits. Aw, my shit's getting hard from thoughts Of dating this bitch. It's this girl. Her name is my password. Fuck. All my niggas 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 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 she's fucking guys that I hate, but Things are looking great, cut copy. Last time we talked 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, and She's not alone. Who's that guy? Fuck. Wait, why the fuck he 'bout to kiss Her? Come to find out she got back with Her nigga. Damn. Fuck. It's this girl. I love You. It's the first time. It's this girl. Damn. 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 In piles full of wet socks? Fuck that. My nigga ask, "Ace, what happened to such and Such?" I could slander her name and then tell Him I probably fuck. 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.