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Bitter to Chew This
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February 2012 I don't know really what else to say,
i'm stuck on a scratched disc that she won't play,
and i lost a partner in the same damn day,
now i'm going ham cause this shit cray,
what she order? a massage and some flapjacks?
after munching and rubbing your body attracts,
watch your hips move to the figure 8's i trail on your back,
because of you a spark is something i no longer lack,
heard more from Massa, damn i see what the truth is,
like the rest you run 1 month in, don't wanna do this,
you should a tag team with the blue eyes in 'Chusetts,
maybe then it wouldn't be so damn bitter to chew this,
wish i didn't hear you whispering "baby" in my ear,
and i wish in my dreams you would disappear,
wish i wasn't always trailing you from the rear,
wish i was a different man this year.
