Hood boy -
meets posh girl.
Sorta a fairy tale u can call itz

He falls for her -
and she does too.
But she like him more like a toy

When she falls asleep in his arms -
he looks in her eyes while she purrs.
But how can a cat love a dog.

Posh cat and a hood dog -
It'll all just end in
- One great big fog.

Sunshine wakeup call.
Text best friend morning.
Meet old best friend.
Talk about new best friend.
Get attitude.
Get told the truth.
Eat and say bye.
Go home and work.
Text best friend and JUST SAY HI.
Spend the rest of the day.
Hoping you'd say more.
Go to sleep testing best friend.
They text back.
They wait for you to make the move.
You stare at the phone for an hour.
You wish u made the move this weekend.
You say -
- well. I can try again next weekend.
And your repeat until it's too late.
- too late as they are with someone else now.
Why do we do this to ourselves. Why.
Why. Why. Why.

Her *** is red
from the slams in bed

I can see her face through the spider plant
A bit creepy as she reminds me of me aunt

Another shot of *****
She wants me to call her mama

The ****** could be hear across London
I made it into her dungeon

We flirt like Tom and Jerry
Back in prom I'd pop that cherry

After the release She looks in my eyes
a few moments pass and she implies
- Ride me again like a Porsche 911
and rev my engine again u gorgeous

For a pack of reds
She let me take her to bed
We took a few puffs of marijuana
And she said she's again gonna

We emptied a few bottles of Jack Daniels
And starved to crave a snack

What can I say -
I'm a Tottenham guy
- A real life South Park

I said to her -
Now turn and show me that ***
So I can play it like a drum.

Stick* Man liked Match Lady,
He liked her in all measure.
He liked her looks and personality,
he thought she was hot.

But could a flame ever burn
for a match and a stick?
It did quite literally;
he burned up quick with **Love

I want her to know how I feel.
I want her to know I'm here for her.
I want to take back the night.
I want to make us friends again.
I want to trade this English flower -
- For this Spanish Rose.
I want to.

They say . . . it's always around.
They say . . . it knows when your afraid.
They say . . .  it will take your soul when it's time.

They say . . . It come for you when it's your time.
I say . . . *Check your clock's battery and I know it's not my time yet -
Come back later.