third grade

Holy shit, this that love, bae
What we want, bae, to be blunt they
Jealous that we fuck, bae
It's what we want
It was never who we was, never us
Don't you remember when

Back in the time when we was funny
We were shy, tryna hide what we wanted
She's a drug, like the Speed, or the mustang
And I'm a fiend, basehead, spend my money
I got the clarity, she gonna say yes when I ask her to marry me
It's just that gut thing, you know it
Confetti in stomach, and crying to sleep when you blow it
You be cutting your heart in half the next time you show it
But hey, I wouldn't know it

She my beauty, my lover, my energy
It burned when I heard she was into me
When I'm sick she be my only remedy
Only thing in this place that could better me
For her I been making some enemies
Call her bitch, you a bitch and you dead to me
Picking on chicks, you ick, you centipede
Big and a tough guy, down to slide? Oh you better be
Oh you better be, dawg, you better be, bitch