LOL

I see his thumbs workin' overtime lately Immersed in a text you sent discretely She probably a cool chick, light skinned, pretty Come to think of it, she probably a lot like me It's a low blow but I act like I don't know You used to stay, now you say you gotta go Your excuses are very original But you got no organizational skills I get a text two seconds after you leave Obviously meant for her, not for me It said, what's up, sexy' Are you gonna come through' Let a brotha know what a sista gonna do Text me back, X X O O I miss your embrace, sideways happy face Oops, did your thumbs have a nervous twitch' You just sent the wrong text to the wrong bitch L-O-L, I text your celly Gotta spell out, go to hell Toss you in the trash Then reduce you to an acronym W-T-F you reply I laugh so hard, I almost cry Beat you to the punch line Broke your heart before you broke mine How you gonna go and tryna play me out' Why you gonna go and fill my head with doubt' And clouds and shit, I don't wanna deal with All stressed out shoutin', throwin' a fit, c'mon How you gonna lie, you're way out of this one' You think it might be time for a confession' You've left no room for any more fabrication Boy a cell phone could be a dangerous weapon Next time check if the safety's on Trigger happy fingers can expose the gun Whoa, what a tangled web you've spun Now it's on son, I'm about to have some fun I make sure the I.D.'s unknown I text you back from another phone Yeah baby, I'm comin' through I'll meet you on the avenue L-O-L, I text your celly Gotta spell out, go to hell Toss you in the trash Then reduce you to an acronym WTF' You reply I laugh so hard, I almost cry Beat you to the punch line Broke your heart before you broke mine L-O-L, L-O-L, L-O-L L-O-L, L-O-L, L-O-L I'm a kick back and watch shit go down While you're standin' waitin' for her to come around An hour goes by and still no sign So you text her back, oh, one more time Where you at, girl' You said you was gonna meet me This time you send the message correctly She writes back, dawg, you blew up your spot You're talkin' 'bout a text that I never got Who this girl you're talkin' to' Who this girl who comin' through' You're messin' with somebody else Nigga, you just played yourself L-O-L, I text your celly Gotta spell out, go to hell Toss you in the trash Then reduce you to an acronym W-T-F You reply I laugh so hard, I almost cry Beat you to the punch line Broke your heart before you broke mine

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