[Intro] "She likes me...", "She fiends for me nightly" "She likes me...", "She leans for me..." "She likes me...", "She fiends for me nightly" "She likes me...", "She leans for me.." "She likes me..." [Verse 1] ...a lot, but she's too f**in young She's 18 years old, and I just ain't scum Or the a**hole type that's gonna be sneakin her in the bars Knowin damn f**in well, she ain't got a fake card Or ID, ain't puttin that sh** on me She shows up, that's on her, and her college degree It ain't sittin on my shoulders, honey do your thang With yo' low-cut shirt, and your high school rang Hanging it from of your neck and swing it side to side And I bet that belongs to your boyfriend, right? You wake up, it's on your dresser and it smells like booze Completely naked and you can't seem to find your shoes Grab your phone and scroll, still slightly blitzed Run down the names, 'till you get to Chris Oh Chris the rapper, that's filled in so you can tell them apart And say last night was dope, yet I played no part [Chorus] ("She likes me...") Friends are all jealous and sh** Like, "How the hell he pull her? Yo, wa**up with this chick?" ("She likes me...") And I ain't even tryin to hit I got the foresight to see this girl is batsh** ("She likes me...") And yeah I guess she's nice enough But I don't really think about her all that much ("She likes me...", "She fiends for me nightly, she leans for me..") Standin here with a drink and really who would ever f**ing think ("She likes me...") [Verse 2] ...and I don't have an idea why She wasn't there, then she was, just showed up one night And I tried to brush her off, said she saw me a the show When I was rockin it with Illicit a couple of months ago She was all like, "Yo, where'd you learn how to rhyme?" I said, "I taught myself", can't say she wasn't fine And the exact type that I would probably go for If she was 25 or at least 24 Yeah, we was shootin the sh** for over an hour or two To me, it was just another discussion, sittin up on a bar stool But to her, I'm the man, so I have a new fan Hit her with a CD, then off she ran To tell her friends, for the first time, I felt kinda aged I'm only 28, but I remember those days She hit me with a text, "I could be your chick" I never wrote her back, I don't need that sh** [Chorus] [Verse 3] ...and by now, I'm sure it's clear She said she ain't felt like this in years, I'm like, "Years?" You need to shut her then f**in stuffin it up not makin this up Your heart's a broken wreck and you're totally f**in it up Sometimes sh** gets tough, but you'll find a man-to-be But I can almost guarantee, that that man ain't me She put those emphasis on all those "kiss me on the cheek" Then we walked outside, she said, "Good night, E" We left at the same time, parted ways in the street I said, "Take care of yourself", that's when she started to tweet "Chris is the greatest guy I've ever met in my life I just left the bar with him and he made my night" The next day, I woke up, and turned on the TV To see her face, she was found dead, top story And based on all the texts and the tweets and sh** There's a guy name Chris police would like to speak with