Last weekend all alone i ain't got no place to stay
Then this beacon came along asking what you gonn do today
Like a bad witness told her that its not her business
She got hella pissed off nabokov no signs and symbols
Cus i really like this bitch but i dont fuck with her clique
Its ironic im moronic but i can't handle these fick-kle
Minded whiny tiklettes
How she flow not so organic
Even more so if she love to pop pills to her torso
Cus i really love to panic know its me being depressed
Harder than digesting ikea booklets right through the neck
Manic high if theres a sigh right along a conversation
Better lie about my schedule and just ask to split the check

Damn

Almost lost my bald eagle
She snacking on my house of lies no offense to don cheetos
Hard to say its always sunny when ur pride devito
Keep telling myself to man up
Oh dios mio

No fucking room for error mirror mirror on the wall
More fucking room for terror hear that she just got a call
Did she gossip bout my being
Thinks that i am not appealing
Better leave before im feeling like i know what her deal is
Aww jesus h christmas
Shut the fuck up and listen
She said her parents out of town
“where are you sleepin?”
She ask me then she turn around
As if she lost interest
Im not desperate
Or am i
And why she’s no different
She lives uptown with her canine far away but fuck the distance
Fuck im like im a chicken in a can im a cow having his ass branded
Loser had his chance handed out to him
She ask what you been doing last weekend