Hot summer streets
I'm hot, you're cold.
Chimpanzee's is hatin'
You think I'm pretty.
She's got both hands,
High-rise, veins of the avenue.
I kinda feel like it don't make sense.
I grew tired of the same, then one night...
Rainstorm, take me away from the norm.
If God had long hair and a goatee,
I don't wanna be the girl that laughs the loudest.
Hands down, I'm too proud for love.
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 10:40 AM UTC
Hot summer streets
I'm hot, you're cold.
Chimpanzee's is hatin'
You think I'm pretty.
She's got both hands,
High-rise, veins of the avenue.
I kinda feel like it don't make sense.
I grew tired of the same, then one night...
Rainstorm, take me away from the norm.
If God had long hair and a goatee,
I don't wanna be the girl that laughs the loudest.
Hands down, I'm too proud for love.
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