Hodgy - Our Story lyrics
[Hodgy - Our Story lyrics]
Ayo, Matt! Super 3!
Can you believe this bitch left me man?
Swear to god man, I mean like
She must be crazy or something
I'm Hodgy Beats, heh
It's all good though, like
I ain't trippin' or nothin'
I'm just gonna walk outta her
House and do my thing, like
Stepping into my spaceship glass broken in
You could tell where the vase hit
She took my roses and my proposes
She didn't like the smell
Though they were sprayed golden
My heart was way open i gave token
She played the slots and left it way broken
Somebody need to fix this misfit situation
That I sit in and I wasn't even pitchin'
I was catchin' the hatred that miss
Was optimistically etchin'
I wanted her when she was fat back then
And I still want her
Even if she can't squeeze
Into Paris Hilton's under-
-wear, maybe you just don't care
Or Hodgy made himself available to be there
What we shared was better than an eclair
While playing I declare, war
Girl, I'm so sore
The way that she left me hit
Me right in the core of my heart
I don't know where to start
This is torture like she's
Tearing my legs apart from the joint
It's not my fault
So there's no need to point
I need to roll up a joint
And burn while I reminisce on
Who I called ointment
I swear this is some doint shit
Hodgy Beats super 3 oF
Can you believe this bitch left me man?
Swear to god man, I mean like
She must be crazy or something
I'm Hodgy Beats, heh
It's all good though, like
I ain't trippin' or nothin'
I'm just gonna walk outta her
House and do my thing, like
Stepping into my spaceship glass broken in
You could tell where the vase hit
She took my roses and my proposes
She didn't like the smell
Though they were sprayed golden
My heart was way open i gave token
She played the slots and left it way broken
Somebody need to fix this misfit situation
That I sit in and I wasn't even pitchin'
I was catchin' the hatred that miss
Was optimistically etchin'
I wanted her when she was fat back then
And I still want her
Even if she can't squeeze
Into Paris Hilton's under-
-wear, maybe you just don't care
Or Hodgy made himself available to be there
What we shared was better than an eclair
While playing I declare, war
Girl, I'm so sore
The way that she left me hit
Me right in the core of my heart
I don't know where to start
This is torture like she's
Tearing my legs apart from the joint
It's not my fault
So there's no need to point
I need to roll up a joint
And burn while I reminisce on
Who I called ointment
I swear this is some doint shit
Hodgy Beats super 3 oF