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itha¢a - i don't know man, just me and some girl lyrics

[intro]
you are now listening to the horrible sounds… of itha¢a, on f-ck you radio

[verse]
let it be easy if that is your will
i been praying for dollar bills, and hoping that (?)
holding the steel, one hand, whipping the steering wheel
night sky up the 805, i’m feeling mentally ill
met a b-tch who likes to pop them pills, she was raised by her mama ’cause her daddy got k!lled
and her step-daddy’s in jail, what a fine piece of tail
brown skin, lightskin, and the afro hair
i met her many months ago when she asked for a light
she had the scent of nicotine up on her dress that night
and as i fumbled through my pockets i realized that i didn’t smoke
i played it off as if it was a joke, i heard a giggle and i looked up
i fell in love, she got a face real different than the pictures of a p-rnhub
she look like lisa bonet, and halle berry, i asked for a date and i’m amazed that she said “ok”
weeks p-ss and we f-ckin’ everyday now, unprotected s-x, i wouldn’t mind if she got pregnant
she say that she love me, i say “b-tch, you too”
as we layin’ in the bed b-mping (?)
it’s the other side of the game, she acting like my best friend
rain or shine, she my ride or die, (?)
(shut the f-ck up) and i pray this feeling never dies
then a few months p-ss and she started to get bored of me
tired of my face and the fact i’m not h-rny
still hit it raw every day of the week, just to get that old feeling of weak in the knees
then another month p-ss and we haven’t spoke a word
starting to get worried, like, “where is my baby-girl?”
another day p-ss and the week fly by, but still haven’t talked or caught a glimpse of her eyes
(?) starts to get to me, feeling paranoid, i can’t even get a sec of sleep
plan for the next day, pull up to her house just to maybe talk or find out what she on about
sittin’ in her driveway, lookin’ in the window
see another man, couldn’t have seen it clearer
she b-tt–ss naked with him, vibin’ with him
that’s my b-tch and she naked with him
i saw his face, i know him, i know where he lives and where he works, that b-tch
i know what a motherf-cker gotta do, ’cause i’m a motherf-cker with a couple screws loose
couple hours ago i caught him lackin’ at his mom’s house, pulled the ruger and i emptied the whole clip out
bl–dy corpse made the blood on my face, hopped in the whip ready for the next place
75 on the freeway, murder on my mind and i prayed to the angels above

[outro]
i’m ’bout to k!ll a b-tch that i once loved, i’m ’bout to k!ll a b-tch that i once loved
i’m ’bout to k!ll a b-tch that i once loved, i’m ’bout to k!ll a b-tch that i once loved
i’m ’bout to k!ll a b-tch, i’m ’bout to k!ll a bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-b-tch

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