Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,
And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay
A lot of women from conversation could fall in love
Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous
Together all the timethought it was true love
Everybody acting like they're famous
I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love
Too many situations, too many people getting famous
Facebook is just a face without me.
A military mind mean money
I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that
When we first met we were on that facebook shit
Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone
See, with you, i never see it wrong
The way she walks and causes a fuss
How these fake niggas gettin so famous.
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