My criteria ain't even that serious
I always sat at the back of the bus
We sat down and she told me her memo
Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though
I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed
We're leaving the old mess and moving on to the next
Amadou & mariam but still no chorus
I'll take you by the throat to throw you under bus
I was probly on the wrong plus bus
And now it's clear as this promise
Just need a little angel to protect, except now she denied you and shes on to the next
But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check
We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep
But one day in the cafeteria she sat alone, so i walked up and took a seat,
Went to school and sat in the back
I don't know why i'm even on this track
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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