Pretty Gurls Hate Me

No time, for that bitch
Always on my, back and never getting off
Na nu, na na hahaha
My girl hates me and your girl loves me sooo, and
Your chick wants me but I don’t really fuck with hoes
My girl hates me and your girl loves me sooo
So much, so much, so much
And my girl dates me and your girl just wants my dough
So much, so much, so much
But my girl knows that my ass is fucking broke
But I don’t give a fuck about your dumbass hoe
Cause the jewel in my eye
Wants me to go home
But I wanna hangout
And she just wants to be alone
It’s the story of my life
Yeah I know
They call me Unknown
Sitting by myself alone in my home
I’m hoping I grow
The pair of balls
To tell her I know
What the fuck she thinks about me
She hates me so much
I just wanna smoke a blunt
Chill back and roll it up
But I never can
It’s always Bryce you did this
Always Bryce you did that
And I hate you so much, and
You make me so mad
So fast
I was almost doing better
But you made me relapse
Relax
I’m living through my life
And I can’t even gasp
Without getting screamed at
By a bitch in the back
And girl I understand
That you hate me so much
But I didn’t do shit
So shut the fuck up
My girl hates me and your girl loves me sooo
So much, so much, so much
My girl is pretty and your girl is fucking gross
So gross, so gross, so gross
My girl dates me and your girl just wants my dough
So bad, so bad, so much
But my girl knows that my ass is fucking broke
My girl dates me and your girl just wants my dough
So much, so much, so bad
My girl is pretty and your girl is fucking gross
So gross, so gross, so gross
My girl hates me and your girl loves me sooo
So much, so much, so much
And your chick wants me but I don’t really fuck with hoes
Alright
It’s like the opposite of happiness
It doesn’t build my confidence
Grab all the bitches and launch them in a rocket ship
And watch them for a bit
Cause I’m done with all the bitching
Used to be a lover boy
But now I have no interest
Cause women lead to children
And children lead to sadness
Depressions apparatus
Critical’s my status
Like my back head ate a hatchet
Bitches dimmer than that match is
So you can see why I’ve had it
When it comes to romancing