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Her (她) - Tyler, The Creator
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

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 sh*t's getting hard
Some thoughts of dating this b**ch

It's this girl

Her name is my password

All my niggas got they b**ches and stuff
But all the b**ches, they f**k
I know these b**ches 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. faggot's gone,
Their's no one that can stop me
From bagging her,
I got these tickets to the roxies

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

F**k
It's this girl

It's this girl

She's so pretty, f**k self pity, I feel so shitty

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

My ni**a asked ace, what happened to such and such?
I could slander 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