Done feeding, I leaned back head rested on the couch's top
Must leave the house soon, mean gone, 'cause my pops, he's hot
Grab my blue backpack, My walkman, grip my bicycle
Because I know my friends are waiting at the door
'til that comes fiftyI'm feeling loose like you, just fucking around and shit Let me go
I give more
I fold I
And you know
Come at me come come You know I want to pick you up
My activites don't cross but they create
But they don't want you to
Asking for it, like we got
Yes we cross but we create
You know I want to pick you up
But they don't want you
You let this screw I thought they knew you
But when you turned your back I know they're going do
And that son of a bitch he swerved almost hit two kids
You had to prove me right and then we did
I'm feeling heartless, I'm feeling hate So when there's nothin' but the real swing in her fuckin' rape
No No choice Let me go
I get bored And you know I'm fuckin' flown Come on My activities don't cross but they create
You know I want to pick you up
But they don't want you to
Threaten me court, like we got
Yeah we cross but we create But they don't want you, burn
You know I want to pick you up
I give more
Let me go
So good
And you know We could
And We learned to cry
And Lift Me up
My activities don't cross but they create
Come on Dis me court, like we got
You know I want to pick you up
You know I want to pick you up
But they don't want you
Yeah we cross but we cried
But they don't want you - up.
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