Man, it hit like drama,
Chris - Rihanna. A two-time trifiling show... oh.
In the dark like Vader, off my radar
swi, swi - switchin' you go
The repetitions dirty picturs in my he-e-ad.
Get me thinking where your freedom le-e-ead.
Left me lyin' close to dyin' in my be-e-ed,
but I'm not dead-eh.
I'm gonna hit that shop, gonna pop that tag,
gonna grab ma kicks, gonna handle my biz.
Gonna act a fool, gonna lose my cool,
gonna git that chick, like you did, like you did.
Like you didn't exist, like you didn't exist.
See I broke like bottles,
I starved like models,
for eight straight days on the couch... ouch.
But I'm far from bitter, I'm not that quitter,
yeah I'm that type of a gu-uy.
To run amok to bring the ruckus likte the wu-u-u-u,
to run 'em over 'til I'm over you-ou-ou.
To go bananas like a monkey in a zoo-o-o-o,
but I'm not trough... oh.
I'm gonna hit that shop, gonna pop that tag,
gonna grab ma kicks, gonna handle my biz.
Gonna act a fool, gonna lose my cool,
gonna git that chick, like you did, like you did.
Like you didn't exist, like you didn't exist.
I'm gonna hit that shop, gonna pop that tag,
gonna grab ma kicks, gonna handle my biz.
Gonna act a fool, gonna lose my cool,
gonna git that chick, like you did, like you did.
Like you didn't exist, like you didn't exist.
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