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Produced by: Tyler, The CreatorOh I don't need the metronome bro(Ey)When you wanna be, ahhWhen you eat all the cheese in the storeIn the the store, in the store, in the store, yeah, yeah yeahAlright(It's this girl)She lives next door, to the store that I loiter atWe talk every night, she cry to me about her guyAnd if we text I get pissed when I get no reply(It's this girl)I know that she's the key to loveShe is who I'm thinking of when I am beating Richard upTo mental images her face lookThe closest that I got was when I'm poking her on Facebook(This girl)Video chats are so exciting'Cause it's like she is inviting me to her world full of privacyI'm getting gassed up, I think she's liking meShe's gullible and I just wanna take it like a pirate (arrrrgh!)(It's this girl)I see her in classNot really, two doors down, but anytime that I passTo take a piss in a stall, I picture us in the hallLocking lips on the wall, her hand grabbing my dickMy left hand on her tits, ah my dick's getting harFrom thoughts of dating this bitch(It's this girl)Her name is my passwords, shit(This girl)All my niggas got they bitches and stufBut all the bitches they ****, are known as hoes and slutBut she's special, I know to y'all I come off as roughBut I'm the nicest to her, and I just want to concurA relation, I want the cheesy dates at the moviesAnd stupid walks at the beach, and sharing straws in a cupI never had that, so when we holding hands walking homeI look past that, the fact that she's ****ing guys that I hat(This girl)But, things are looking great, cut copyLast time we talked she said that her relationship was rocky (Action)Now that Mr. Faggot's gone, there's no one that can stop meFrom bagging her, I got these tickets to the Roxy(Girl)Next day, metro's taking me homeI see her in the cut at Wendy's, but she's not aloneWho's that guy? Wait, why the **** he 'bout to kiss her? (****Come to find out she got back with her bitch(It's this girl)(Damn!)Fxxk(It's this girl)Another oneIt's not the first time(It's this girl)She's so pretty, **** self-pity, I feel so shittI wanna text her in a jealous rageBut if she reply to say anything, I'ma smile, I knowWhat do I do with myself?Sit in my room for some days?Play Xbox with piles full of wet socks? **** tha(Girl)My niggas ask, "Ace, what happened to such and such?I could slander her name, and then tell him I probably ****eOr I could tell him the truth and just say she ain't like me muchBut instead, I lie and say she moved to Nebraska(It's this girl)But she's not mine