The Jet Age of Tomorrow
Our Story
[Intro]
Ayo, Matt
Super 3!
Can you believe this bitch left me, man?
Swear to god man, I-I mean like...
I mean like, she must be crazy or somethin'...
I'm Hodgy Beats!
It's all good though, I mean like, I'm not trippin' or nothin'
I'm just gonna walk outta her house and just do my thing, like

[Verse]
Stepping into my spaceship
Glass broken in the seat, you could tell where the vase hit
She took my roses, and my proposes
She didn't like the smell, though they were sprayed golden
My heart was way open, I gave token
She played the slot, and left it way broken
Somebody need to fix this misfit situation
That I sit in, and I wasn't even pitchin'
I was catchin', the hatred that miss was optimistically etchin'
I wanted her when she was fat back then
And I still want her
Even if she can't squeeze into Paris Hilton's under-wear
Maybe you just don't care
Or Hodgy made himself available to be there
What we shared was better than an eclair
While playing I declare, war
Uh, girl, I'm so sore
The way that she left me hit me right in the core of my heart
I don't know where to start
This is torture, like she's tearing my legs apart from the joint
It's not my fault, so there's no need to point
I need to roll up a joint
And burn while I reminisce on who I called ointment
I swear, this is some doint shit
[Outro]
Hodgy Beats
Super 3!
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