Whatcha know about this?
It's hip hop,
You can't feel this,
You ain't got a hold on what I'm saying, you know what I'm saying?
Bring it in, something like this.
We bring scenarios to keep inside your head,
Just a little something to keep your play from being fed,
This be the fact for what you want to see, for what you do,
Everything that you do for what's inside of you.
Stone,
Stone,
Stonergirl,
Stonergirl.
Talking about the cutest girl that sits in your math class,
Eyes crystal blue, that you would swear that they were made of glass,
Surprised at that quote, now for which you now feel doubt,
To be anywhere but with the friends smoking out,
Running out and ditching classes,
Parking up behind the bleachers,
Hoping that a kid like you could do nothing by trying to reach her,
She doesn't know that a boy like you exists,
Thinking you could have her if your loving persists,
Come on.
Back your party with three kegs and a deejay,
Now part of the mix, but down with the haggard,
You see that girl that makes your day,
Should you step up or just move over and forego?
She take a hit from a bong,
Something that you know she's coned,
Doing time's a luxury, or even when she's hyped on stress,
You're Ritchie Cunningham, and now that you know you confess,
Except for that a relationship she'll never bond,
Now part of appraisal, part of appraisal, part of appraisal gone.
You see that codependency will never haphazardly ever lend to the left on what they stand, who don't think logically,
Asphyxiated upon the brass rail on which you can't care,
Why seek something when you know that it won't last?
Reaching out for others when yourself could use some time,
Not trying to define her, but you try to find her frame of mind,
Justify love with false rhyme and false reason,
Taking us back to the days of a sin for a season,
Treason of yourself for which you could not be,
The times of hurt comfortably act in honesty,
So run the flag up for a romance unfurl,
Remind, IQ out the door without any protest, girl.
