There is this girl that i like,
i noe her n i just might,
wanna make her wanna make her mine,
cuz it feels so right.
But she goes to the smart boys,
not like me i just play with toys,
hittin things n makin noise,
she got sick listenin to my voice
evrytime she laughs she struck a thunder to my abdoment,
n i'd be masochistic for that moment,
i aint gettin but im hopin,
that shell get her doors open,
but she goes to the genius,
they talk shit bout the universe,
n i just sit n write this verse,
feel like gettin my head immersed.
Tried to talk but it never last,
tried to effect but i cnt impress,
she went away so in my face!
In my face! Face! Face!
But she goes to the not me,
i cud see she being naughty,
but i cud neva get that for me,
now i aint got no company. .
But she goes to the. . .
To the. . .
Damn this fucked up
Lucid Dreamer buang buring
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