Friday, April 9, 2010

Club Nights: Dont Eeem Worry 'Bout It!

Lights were right
Feeling was great,
Just wasn’t the right time,
Just wasn’t the night
For us to hook up,

exchange numbers,
and possibly fuck
‘Til you actually remembered my name
Not just a contact in the cell
But a person with a face
And not a rumor to tell,
Your “mans and ‘em.”
Nah, that can’t happen
So let’s cut the small talk
Before you get to rappin’,
Me up. No my friends don’t wanna chill with yours,
You like me, they don’t like them. Where’s valet?
Keys open doors, yes Keys open doors.

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