Southpaw Freakshow - Chased (feat. Zalius)

Tinder, Bumble, Hinge, on a 3 am binge

There's no way you taking whey
You're more like meat on a tray
Won't qualify for fly-weights
You too scared, you fly away
So used to defeat, I listened to that song
49 times on repeat, about loving and lying
Life ain't a game
Wanna restart but the girl pressed start
Rocking up with stretch marks that would scare away sharks
Its bitch day beach, your chest still got that shaved itch
Let me teach you how to handle the sitch...

Lotion aloe-vera cannot compare
To tugging her hair, bare back laid there
Lotion aloe-vera cannot compare
To tugging her hair, bare back laid there
Lotion aloe-vera cannot compare
To tugging her hair, bare back laid there
Lotion aloe-vera cannot compare
To tugging her hair, bare back laid there

Any prose you compose you're the last guy
That she chose
Chuck yourself in the stove
Breath like garlic cloves
Don't seem to get the message better chase with haste
You won't do nothing to keep yourself chaste
Do a couple chores till you can't do any more
Hit the grocery store cus you can't
Hit her back door
You sleep on the floor say "mommy I want more"

You gaffed she laughed there's an emotional gap
You deal with her crap while she sits on my lap
Never give you head cus I kissed her forehead
You cannot impress the empress in that
Tini red dress, but I digress so listen up
My hands are busy rubbing her cups
Her ass on my back while I'm doing push-ups
Attached like an attaché so here's a touché
I quote: "just friends for days"

It took 40 days and 40 ways to know
She was taken, shatter heart-breakin'
Conjure a couture too good to be sure
Unfriending the bitch, who would've known she impure
True to form, mind's eye, fucked her in a school uniform
She didn't tell me to stop
In the parking lot
Split 180 degrees, skirt caught in the breeze
Make the springs roll, Vietnamese
Now this my favourite part just to
Pick up apart so you better listen hard
This comes straight from the heart
Been here before its called the friend-zone
Statistically prone to be alone, never hear her moan

Teases and coy you act like a little boy
Progress minimal, your emotions are trivial
That's why, you cry over your cereal
Why so serious fantasise delirious

Wanna play ball but you can't shoot hoops
Like a robot beep-bop-boop cannot commute
Cannot refute got 'em braces to boot
All you get is forgot, guess you shit outta luck
Ain't never inside her, touched her down under
Outta gas like that crash that killed Paul Walker
Best you can do is stalk her, congratulations
She's now friends with a monster

Written by:
Mateo Rivera, Zal Cowasji

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