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Not my fault i get in these moods,
not my money when i'm sellin my goods,
the hoods i wear hide my face,
since for over 2 years i've felt outta place,
fell outta my case now i'm unprotected,
hard to fit on your head when i've been rejected,
what else was expected you're a novice of the clean sorts,
still i'd give anything to see ya again in those jean shorts.

Pardon me if your thoughts harden me,
make me approach my feelings more cautiously,
took my wood and climbed up the Garden of Eden's tree,
and built my new home thinkin of what could be,
what would be if you stayed true to your word,
but true to a girl is much too absurd,
one second i heard that you were completely into this,
just to find out later sober ly it was ridiculous.