"Look at honey over there, shaped like an hourglass/you can call her thirsty, she's trying to sip out of our glass/she was very fresh man, trying to get to our class/her friend was a lemonhead, hating with her sour ass/our past, just keeps coming back/just last night I was surrounded by women who didn't know how to act/trying to do us favors/wasted off different flavors/couldn't save her, so I just played her."
-A. Lewis
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