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June 2012 If you have looks like Kate Upton lemme tell ya something,
all their good for is humpin, never for a discussion,
well i'm tired of thrustin and bustin, cramp adjustin,
i want a girl who would throw a dozen muffins for me in an oven,
who i could leave blushin without even touchin,
keeps my blood rushin beatin into something,
never fake lustin, just because i'm trustin doesn't,
mean i think nothin of the repercussions,
just start crushin on the train to Flushin,
feet slide like they're brushin, i'm sober, i'm bluffin.
walkin heavy i'm huffin thinkin of lovin,
puff, puff, puffin through my pain shovin,
it's past seven, how is heaven?
i've tried to deafen with quiet discretion,
want a confession? i rolled up resin,
for my jam session, thinkin only how i'm progressin.
