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Something stabs at the back of my head when i'm sleepin,
could it be that the thoughts of you are creepin?
i'd check you out too like that guy you thought was peepin,
i promise you're always beautiful those words i'll be keepin,

i got girls that i swear i used to know,
so what some of them gave me the best blow,
still they don't have that one thing that turns me on though,
you got it and i live for every moment you show,

sometimes we all get used to being so down,
cause we all get used to seeing that one girl around,
and when they decide that we should be buried underground,
we decide that we'll never again make a sound,

she told me she was easily the jealous type,
you introduce Linsanity and I believe your hype,
never will i lose my face and forget my stripes,
you won't catch me caught up on anyone but your type.