[Saint]

girls? FB's afraid to approach

U nevaa put names in ya phone or took 1 date to ur home
When ur backs against da wall? No choice, u're eating at that table alone
Bet 365 days inna row u lonely mate; fuckk ya poker face
Jockey? a strap to ya neck'll cap ya head to finish yo little pony race
Pants chaffin the nards; to say he's gay no hasty remark
Ain't tha fashion police but their clutch on ya jewels just raises alarms
Lookin like freak Waldo ina cheap condo, shit is a bust
Such'a struggle to find his lip it even makes those nostrils wrench in disgust.
An them red splotches r mad wack, whatchu tryna mask jack?
Sick scheme - stomp ur face into the floor tile til it matches the backsplash

I thought I told u..