Columbine

If I turn her down now she’ll prolly go to hell again
She don’t get my hints, she should prolly’ go and tell a friend
Way back I liked her face

Now she hit me up like
“Wanna build a snowman? Wanna read some literature?”
No, keep me out, busy waiting for a storm occur
Okay, when and at what place

It feels like everyday you pull up and don’t wanna lay
Back to the fourth grade, back to kindergarten, babe
And I like making out, but that ain’t what life about, no
Gonna let my nuts hang, gotta fly south, tho

I want a hippie-bus you want a wagon
Hug hippopotamuses with no tag on
You wanna kiss I wanna get you shagged on
Wanna smoke with wiz, you want what we had
Cause you talking bout the old times like you fucking old
Kind of bold, kinda sold off all that’s gold
Tripping off two tabs, you tripping off lifе
I don’t want no wife, you don’t own my life

If I turn her down now shе’ll prolly go to hell again
She don’t get my hints, she should prolly’ go and tell a friend
Way back I liked her face

Now she hit me up like
“Wanna build a snowman? Wanna read some literature?”
No, keep me out, busy waiting for a storm occur
Okay, when and at what place