third grade Lyrics

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