Our Story

[Intro] Ayo, Matt Super 3! Can you believe this bitch left me, man? Swear to god man, I-I mean like... I mean like, she must be crazy or somethin'... I'm Hodgy Beats! It's all good though, I mean like, I'm not trippin' or nothin' I'm just gonna walk outta her house and just do my thing, like [Verse] Stepping into my spaceship Glass broken in the seat, you could tell where the vase hit She took my roses, and my proposes She didn't like the smell, though they were sprayed golden My heart was way open, I gave token She played the slot, and left it way broken Somebody need to fix this misfit situation That I sit in, and I wasn't even pitchin' I was catchin', the hatred that miss was optimistically etchin' I wanted her when she was fat back then And I still want her Even if she can't squeeze into Paris Hilton's under-wear Maybe you just don't care Or Hodgy made himself available to be there What we shared was better than an eclair While playing I declare, war Uh, girl, I'm so sore The way that she left me hit me right in the core of my heart I don't know where to start This is torture, like she's tearing my legs apart from the joint It's not my fault, so there's no need to point I need to roll up a joint And burn while I reminisce on who I called ointment I swear, this is some doint shit [Outro] Hodgy Beats Super 3! O.F