It's A Mystery There she was All alone with a mirror and a phone. Like a satellite looking for home. Pics and innuendos The list just flows Little lover could never find none Left with the tricks of local scum So she's oiled up Thong on Playing her favorite song Pics snappin And I'm rapping here In the background How many men wish to lay her down Not thinking of the future He busts, she lusts and another clown leaves town. Nah worse yet he beds ur BFF before wiping off the sweat Sad song goes on Even as I hit this bong Another hearts broken like glass Just another piece of ass for the wolves I'm sitting here making sense of the senseless Sherlock pipe puffs And its all elementary Holmes...
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