Sarah

I like my girls skinny with brains
I like my hoodies f**ked with lane
I like my friends imaginary with no names
And I make music for the f**k of it no fame
Aim shoot the gun of love round
Tried to find ammo but it's none around town
So I went Down South but I ended up North
Uptown sittin' on Cloud 9's white porch
And of course my car's off course
You're so white my blinkers don't work
I'm tryna let the force be with you I get you
Music is my first but I contemplate divorce
You make a ni**a sing songs nice
You make a ni**a's night turn day
And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow
It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello
I wanna eat you out like jello
And mess with your body like the base and the cello
And tell your mom I said hello
You wanna go to prom Ni**a hell no
F**k Sh*t and another one
And on another one
Another love song about sh*t
And I'll be rich if I get another diss
And maybe Cupid won't miss
Another love song about sh*t
And I'll be rich if I get another diss
And maybe Cupid won't miss
I like her L-I-K-E
The only difference is she won't f**k with me
But she will f**k with
That vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's
I wanna tie her body up
And throw her in my basement
Keep her there
So nobody can wonder where her face went
Tyler what you doin' Shut the f**k up
You gon' f**kin' love me b**ch
But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek
In private not public in the streets
And your cupcake I will eat and your toes
Cause I got a big fetish with the feet
I just want somebody I can see
You can be a gold digger
You ain't gotta love me
I'm serious I don't ask for much
Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch
Now this sh*t is turnin' to a habit
I'm the Burger King I gotta have it my way
And truthfully girl you really make my day
I would probably kill myself
If you told me you was gay
And I can't even look the other way
Your aura is a magnet
My eyes a metal bag it's attractive
L-O-L laughin'
You're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'
And I want your sin in my hole
And have our kids play supportin' role
Climbin' up the pole Jack and the Beanstalk
B**ch it's gold
And I was in loath
I would never get over you ever Sarah
Another love song about sh*t
And I'll be rich if I get another diss
And maybe Cupid won't miss
Another love song about sh*t
And I'll be rich if I get another diss
And maybe Cupid won't miss
Half your body layin' on my chest
The rest is in my stomach
That's includin' your breast
And I'mma just take another guess
Now you probably wishin' that you woulda said yes
Am I crazy
Maybe but f**ked up is how I been lately
Sh*t I don't give a f**k
Your family lookin' for you wish 'em good luck
B**ch you tried to play me like a dummy
Now you stuck up
In my motherf**kin' basement all bloody
And I'm f**kin' your dead body
Your coochie all cummy
Lookin' in your dead eyes
What the f**k you want from me
What did you want from me
What did you want from me