Our Story

[INTRO: Hodgy Beats] Ayo Matt! Super Three! 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 [Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] 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 to be there What we shared was better than an eclair While playing I declare, war [Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] 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 [Outro] Hodgy Beats Super Three OF