**** your east coast weather
And your east coast snow
You were hot like the summer
Until you turned cold
As a matter of fact
You were never that dope
**** peppy cheerleaders
And **** your SO
Calling me up
On my cellular phone
Asking when I’m around
And if I’ll be home
Travel all this way
Pretend you’re alone
You left the Bay
Now you’re giving him dome