Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur
I"m the designated driver
Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut
Of her father's #residence, i was even farther messed up
I guess i just grew up too quick,went through to much shit
Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate
Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past
But i guess it's the skill of a well made up tramp.
I guess i just grew up too quick,went through to much shit,
When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute
They like talking, its like gossip
I guess that i fucked up, we didn't fuck but
Now i m gonna tell u a real story....
I just want somebody i can see
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