Valetine
is it just another day for lovers to play
the best time for lovers to grind
the feel is real but my seat is filled
so i head towards the door feeling poor
money is not in the equation
but the thought of no one to give me abrasions
abrasions from hugs abrasions from love
i guess it not in the lesson plan for raising a thug
and thats why i skipped class and went to the sickamore
freinds and family said i was the one cupid was looking for
but how couldnt he find me
when i asked no one to hide me
im right here in his face
out in the open prayin and hopeing he will find me a place
a place in the world
with a beautiful girl
at least to my expections
if there is somebody for everybody
i guess im the exception
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