As sad as it seems ..
.. i'll never be the man of ya dreams.
You want some Timberfake type; Im tryna bag me a fiend ..
.. in lavender jeans,
Who throws her head back when she screams ..
.. and gives me fellacio, from the passenger seat.
...
Why call me up, acting like ive broken ya heart ..
.. when there was never as 'us' , and you were told from the start?
Ive no regrets, it was fun ..
.. but you've yet to learn
That guys like me, make 'Hit and Run' a sexual term.
Should of known you'd get burned, if you became too attached ..
.. I cant help you w. that,
See, what we do in the sack ..
.. Stays there - Its nothin' more.
Guess you're not what im looking for ..
.. though I cant understand why, you'd cry when i wouldnt call
You knew of my reputation, for chasing skirt ..
.. You're kiddin yourself for thinkin we could make this work.
Covered in nutt,
the gullable slut said get ya bags, were finished
Which is,
Pretty much the same as the last chick I had kids with. :^)
Haha.
