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tired I'm an athlete (Ha)
Shoot a pussy make him bleed he need a maxi (Bow)
You drowning like the boys in the backstreet (Yeah)
Call Jake, he the plug

separatism of an all-boys school
I couldn't relate to girls, there were different rules
I just wanted to kiss girls, put my hand up their dress
They did right

written to spit it that 
Way
As I air all you out nigga it's trash day 
Like the backstreet boys, I just wanted it that way 
Wait (wait)
My days start late

marry

You've been running round in my brain
I think you like to drive me insane
Making out in my truck by the lake
I ain't been the same since the day

ain't safe
Got the pole by my side
(Alright)
That's 4 clicks to the face
And I ain't gon' cap
(Uh, uh)
My team gon' slay
Counting the hunnid bands 
Hunnid

Do you ever think about me?
Although you're probably busy
Playing with the boys in the backstreet
Oh god I'm a stupid lazy

Fuck up
Every day I wake

in her dome
Stay Forever by her side
Hold her in my arms like every night
And kiss all a those places that she really like
No she don't know
She don't

like I'm getting by but I know thats a lie, the life I'm living is really a bluff
The smoke is like Black Pete need a dutch, the stick in the backseat

the vehicle right,
Shift, I put the gear through 5 guillotine drive yeah I'm playing with your life,
Speeding down the backstreet alley,
Doing 95 from

a black sheep
Immature, a boy looking like I'm backstreet
I been on em back streets where niggas ba tlao
Patlamisa wa makala o betha
Maluphakanyisw' uphondo

Thing 4 U

Hook:
I’m not a Backstreet Boy or Nsync, I’m not a Jonas Brother but I can sing,
and Girl, I gotta Thing For You.
Beyoncé, Britney,

at the bar
Do you remember what he was singing
I think it was that song
I want it that way
Backstreet boys, I'm familiar
Number one could you please sing

a lot cause I get the bags for cheap
Slid by the block I just left my play on Monteith
Juggin' out the spot I'm peepin' thru the blinds for police
These

catch a case imma face time
Young boy on the come up
I'm eating like I'm Gunna
That dissing on the name
Get you done up
Uhh huh
Hot pack in the summer

BG4L, gang (Drumma Boy, make that shit bang)
You gon' ride, yeah

They told me keep my head up (What?)
I'ma always hold it down (yeah)
They say

Midget Wanna hold to the 1st
Ima add interest
Yea ima go getter
Yeah yeah
You could Hit Dubb
Yea Ask if I'm Solid
Hit my boy Cliff
Yea ask if I'm Solid

Can't afford to take no loses take the scenic route
You know them backstreets come in handy in the city boy
From a city where they kill  you then they

Than a pornhub compilation
Can't deny
That the boy style intoxicating
I made it far because of God
I ain't sold to Satan
Yeah I'm reppin for my county

(Like a fuckin chauffeur)
(Mann you crazy for this one, Jimmy on the beat boy)
Maybe I want her
Man she drive me crazy like a fuckin Chauffeur
Took

the right questions
You'd see we can relate

Ask me about bagels
About malls and growing up
About Backstreet Boys, Avril Lavigne and Z100

We screamed

to Timbuktu

Then round about 4 o clock, the best songs start to play
With Westlife Boyzone Backstreet Boys, the tunes from back in the day
And to The Hills

They put two bathrobes on the door
Just like they'd always done before
Two coffee cups by the sink
Two cans of coke for us to drink
I got the table

Many nights, I’ve been out with the boys
In backstreets getting high and bloodshot
As you’re being surrounded by white noise
Waiting for me to get

and on a backstreet

Aint no controlling 'em
He hit the block with shoes that holes in em
He don't wanna wear fake shit no more
The girls at school been exposing em