(it`s this girl)
she lives next door
to the store that i loiter at
we talk every night, she cry to me about her guy
and if we text, i get pissed when i get no reply

(it`s this girl)
i know that she`s the key to love
she is who i`m thinking of when i ain`t beating richard up
the mental images her face looked
the closest that i got was when i`m poking her on facebook

(this girl)
video chats are so exciting,
cause it`s like she is inviting me to her world full of privacy
i`m getting gassed up, i think she`s liking me
she`s gullible, and i just wanna take it like a pirate (aargh)

(this girl)
i see her in class
not really two doors down, but any time that i pass
to take a piss in a stall, i picture us in the hall
locking lips on the wall, her hand grabbing my dick
my left hand on her tits, aw my s**t`s getting hard
some thoughts of dating this bitch

(it`s this girl)
her name is my password (... f**k)

(this girl)
all my ni**as got they bitches and stuff
but all the bitches, they f**k
i know these bitches is sluts
but she`s special, i know to ya`ll i come off as rough
but i`m the nicest to her, and i just want to concur
a relation, i want the cheesy dates at the movies
and stupid walks at the beach, and sharin` straws in a cup
i never had that, so when we holdin` hands walkin` home
i look past that, the fact she`s f**king guys that i hate
but...

(this girl)
things are looking great, cut copy
last time that we talked, she said her relationship was rocky
now that mr. fa**ot`s gone, their`s no one that can stop me
from bagging her, i got these tickets to the roxies

(this girl)
next day, metro`s taking me home
i see her in a cut at wendy`s, but she`s not alone
who`s that guy, wait, why the f**k he `bout to kiss her?
come to find out she got back with her... ni**a...
(damn)
damn...
f**k...

(it`s this girl) x2
she`s so pretty, f**k self pity, i feel so s**tty
i wanna text her in a jealous rage, but if she replied
or say anything, i`mma smile, i know

what do i do with myself? sit in my room for some days
play xbox with piles full of wet socks, f**k that

(this girl)

my ni**a asked "ace, what happened to such and such?"
i her name, and then, tell em` i probably f**ked
or i could tell em the truth and say she didn`t like me much
but instead i lie and say she moved to nebraska...

(it`s this girl...)