All i want to do was touch that face, i think her name was grace
Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space
Didn't want to fuck up, shit every time that i talked to her was such a trip
Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket
I want to meet her again to have the favor repaid.
She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight
Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow
I want to tell her why i gave up so easily so i wont seem so low
Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/
I'm larry david, gimme my paper
The items is all they want
From the time that you stole my heart
Spread her, pet her with her thighs sprawled
Basketball is my favorite sport
You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that
Doggy her favorite, blackbird her favorite
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