Focal Length: 6mm
me last year
Heems (feat. Childish Gambino) | Womyn 2
Can’t live with ‘em? Can’t live without ‘em.
“It seems like you like ‘em. You always rap about ‘em.”
Especially Filipinas in jeans and beat up Adidas.
Red hotter than Anthony Kiedis.
Jesus, lay off my penis.
Women who are independent still want they drinks for free.
Women watch New Girl and say, “Oh my god, that’s me!”
Whaaaat? The lamest nigga that you ever met.
But I got that green, so vaginas showin’ mad respect.
Women walk around with no pants like they Donald Duck,
and be askin’, “Why you wanna fuck?”
Stupiiiid. You lucky I don’t have a fuck - to giiiive.
So I eat her Pinkberry ‘til her eyes roll back, like a dry contact.
I’m makin’ out to the Drive soundtrack.
I die to sound black, but I’m stuck with this happy-go-lucky attitude.
Women only be fuckin’ dudes who be treatin’ ‘em sorta rude.
Beat ‘em and leave ‘em bruised.
Meet her at Ruby Foo’s.
Noodles and Looney Tunes, under comforters, smooching you.
I’m not this type of dude - until recently.
Now every Echo Park shark wanna piece of me.
Secretly at a Speakeasy, white niggas spinnin’ Eazy-E.
If it was me girls wouldn’t find it so interesting
I give a fuck if these trendy niggas is listening.
‘Bino be that nigga who’s fuckin’ quittin’ to kill himself
So when you like, “I’m ‘bout to kill this faggot,” I’m like, “Need some help?”