Got to the art walls and i started to paint and you glared
I guess you've never seen a girl paint before of the way you started
You came to our side to look & you gave me props and criticism
I looked at you & we talked and it had me wishin'
You told me “it's cool a girl like you likes to paint & you have dope throwies”
I told you i didn't piece much, 10 minutes in and you finished the sentence like you've already known me
My friends left and you respected me w/o ignoring me
You respected my friends and that's made it better
I go to look at yours and comment on your dope a** letters
We converse for an hour, sixty minutes
And then i left ‘cuz i was already finished
And now you're in the crowd, a soul just diminished
Here i am listening to Reverie and this reminds me of the first time
Cuz i never hit on, just hit up by your type
Now I'm bewildered, tryna remember what you wrote
But now you're just a memory in the sky, afloat
So s/o to the boy in the LA fitted
Sorry I had to finish but have no info
So I've left here wishin
Hopefully we'll meet again, hope i get your number
Cuz I'm thinkin about it all night, you were my dream boy, even out of my slumber
Now we just leave but too p**y to turn around
Ferny and nick clown
The whole time, pickin on me
I should have stopped being a little b**h, I needed an attitude switch
Now I'm sitting at home & I'm on the phone with Ferny
I'm Yearning…
"Girl you coulda got that D"
"Do you really think he dreams of me?"
But it's impossible when I have feelings, ya see?
I feel lame as f** like Carly Rae Jepsen in “Call Me Maybe”
But to be honest, you're all I think about lateky
Hope we bump heads, hope we someway clash
And this time I'll make sure the friendship lasts…