Her Lyrics - Tyler, The Creator

Oh I don't need the metronome bro 

(It's this girl) 

She lives next door, to the store that I loiter at 

We talk every night, she cry to me about her guy 

And if we text I get pissed when I get no reply 

I know that she's the key to love 

She is who I'm thinking of when I am beating Richard up 

To mental images her face look 

Video chats are so exciting 

Cause it's like she is inviting me to her world full of privacy 

I'm getting gassed up, I think she's liking me 

She's gullible and I just wanna take it like a pirate 

I see her in class 

Not really two doors down but in anytime that I pass 

To take a piss in a stall, I picture us in the hall 

Locking lips on the wall, her hand grabbing my dick 

My left hand on her tits, oh my shit's getting hard 

From thoughts of dating this bitch 

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Her name is my password 

All my niggas got they bitches and stuff 

But all the bitches they fuck, are known as bitches and sluts 

But she special, I know to y'all I come off as rough 

But I'm the nicest to her, and I just want to concur 

A relation, I want the cheesy dates at the movies 

And stupid walks on the beach, and sharing straws in a cup 

I never had that, so when we holding hands walking home 

I look past that, the fact that she's fucking guys that I hate 

But, things are looking great cut copy 

Last time we talk she said that her relationship was rocky (Action) 

Now that Mr. Fag is gone, there's no one that can stop me 

From bagging her, I got these tickets to the Roxy 

Next day metro's taking me home 

I see her in a cut at Wendy's, but she's not alone 

Who's that guy? Wait, why the fuck he 'bout to kiss her? 

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Come to find out she got back with her nigga, damn, fuck 

She's so pretty, fuck self pity, I feel so shitty 

I wanna text her in a jealous rage 

But if she reply to say anything, I'mma smile I know 

What do I do with myself, sit in my room for some days 

Play Xbox and piles full of wet socks? Fuck that 

My nigga ask, "Ace, what happened to such and such?" 

I could smother her name, and then tell him I probably fucked 

Or I could tell him the truth, and just say she ain't like me much 

But instead I lie and say she moved to Nebraska 

It's this girl 

But she's not mine