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just different 2 min read 533 views Jun 26, 2014

White Meat

See the way you came in through the door, boy you had my words, fall from my mouth onto the floor

In those blue eyes, no surprise

 Damn who knew I wanted more, got me counting pass three, girl guess what here come my lucky number four

Broad shoulders, you can see his chest right through his shirt, so you came from heaven, can I ask you something did it hurt?

While you were falling did you happen to hit your headfirst, cause you clearly got a sister thinking back in reverse?

Now who you think you are, some role model superstar, fine as can be, breaking hearts, right inside the police car

I think you’re different, but you really need to listen, white boy ask yourself this, do you handle your partner’s business

Because what I need is a roughneck, straight like them hood rats, know how to play fair game, leave behind them cats

Don’t have time for the foolish behavior; I’ll be there like your next door neighbor

Seeing everything from behind the windows, catch you slipping, head blown off by the laser

Now that’s the white meat, I don’t need in my backseat, so please don’t become Leonardo off of that Wall Street

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