This is a song about "Timo can i wright you a song"

Can barely finish a song

I walked up and asked what's wrong

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

I also wrote you a song it's in your tape deck

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

She'd be moaning all night long while you write a new song

Because it's you i stick this song to,

And i've been thinking bout you

Song: "we can work it out"

Never lookin for a handout

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses if you mistook the for a song, look

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

You bitch'll need a tampon by the end of this little song

Turn the menu to repeat so that you can hear this song twice

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise