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Mimic That Bore
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February 2012 Hey lil girl, why was i waiting for a text?
i see girl, that you've moved on to your next,
every girl shares that with my ex,
all they really want is the good sex,
it stumps me to know i can do so good,
yet every white girl leaves me alone like the hood,
run away from me like i sprouted random wood,
sure i would but you never really could,
could have swore i saw it deep in your eyes,
i remember that feeling more than your thighs,
more than us spooning and more than your sighs,
act all you want i see right through your disguise,
something will eventually hurt me, til then I'm Thor,
this emotion, i like it! i think i'll have more,
pick up the prom glasses and smash em on the floor,
cause lately i've bee trying to mimic that bore.
