Mac Jerm - Angela from Boy Meets World

I don't even know what to call that shit
It's like you're in-between infatuation
Infatuation
And hate
Cause you wanna love her
But shit, some stopping you
And no matter, what happens
That's gone always be, the one that got away
If you ain't fucking me then who you fucking (ole lame ass ho)
I'm sick of love don't need no robitussen
It's the late nights
And the sleep ins
And the missed calls
Oh that's my friend
What are my plans
Well that depends
On whoever walks that door and tries to comfort me
And whoever is in the passenger don't ask my speed
You ain't been moving the same since we argued last week
This wasn't showed in the trailer, where is my receipt (my, my, my)
Creepin, geekin, feigning for dat (mmm mmm mmm)
Creepin, geekin, feigning for dat (mmm mmm mmm)
Creepin, geekin, feigning for dat (mmm mmm mmm)
Creepin, geekin, feigning for dat (mmm mmm mmm)
Please don't touch my shit
I'm selfish
I like things the way they is
And it's the stuntman
Know I fly higher than 12 from Memphis Grizz
And everytime I think it's on and popping, the footage be stopping
I ain't knocking
Just thought that by now you and me would be locked in (locked in)
Creepin, geekin, feigning for dat (mmm mmm mmm)
Creepin, geekin, feigning for dat (mmm mmm mmm)
Creepin, geekin, feigning for dat (mmm mmm mmm)
Creepin, geekin, feigning for dat (mmm mmm mmm)
Bae it's the man you wanna see, the walking eulogy
Yea fresh to death
Usain Bolt, I know the game
Try to tell the runners to catch they breath
I leased two of my tickets just to get in here
Don't fit in here
They tried to sue the kid for double parking Gave em souvenirs
(This bitch, this bitch) This bitch got a widebody, like the type to make the tires scream
She like the flounder combo number four
Only found at saleems
I can't recruit a loser to my team, we only know one thing
We chasing rings like sonic
Chasing rings like metro
I mean we redefined what chasing means
Creepin, geekin, feigning for dat (mmm mmm mmm)
Creepin, geekin, feigning for dat (mmm mmm mmm)
Creepin, geekin, feigning for dat (mmm mmm mmm)
Creepin, geekin, feigning for dat (mmm mmm mmm)

Written by:
Jeremy Collins

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