"eyeing every next girl..."
And he, what's his name, earl
Okay man you do the drop
I used to care what people thought
What you call hate
You thought you got it made
Thought we had the feelings
Spray the fifth, gator kicks
The higher i got the nastier i thought
Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog
On the slow jam of love
Never thought this would be painless
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