Never entertain The possibility of us Ever bein anything Look at what you see You never fucked wit someone Like me Oh oh oh oh oh Feel this right here Wish me luck on my way Back home On my way back home You laughin you aint in love Wit nobody You judge the book By the cover be honest Honestly I dont see us wit us Give me a minute So I can cry in private So I can cry in private Fantasizin my dick Inside of her body I am her supplier yeah Gettin excited.. Would I be wrong To wanna fuck you Wit one of my bitchez If afterwards I promise I wont look At you different Hittin the gas I'm doin the dash Thumb in her ass She interrupted Sayin I'm fuckin too fast Throwin dick inside her stomach Love how she look Just got outta class Love how she look Suckin dick wearin glasses Fuck on the floor Aint no need for no matress Bein wit her is like Scorin a hatrick I lost her now I am the saddest