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!

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