I was runnin that race,
Not like a hare but at tortoise's pace
You know what they say, that patience it pays
But shit not today, she just ran away
And left me alone, now I'm on the phone
It's 4:51, I'm trying to bone
But Tasha aint home, Tammy aint here
Ol girl got a rear, but face like a deer
I'm not trynna hit her so now I'm on Twitter
The ultimate skitter need pussy delivered
And pronto...
Now I'm sitting at my brother's condo, watching time go
Nevermind joe, I can see the sun,
I just need a blunt