A rap story of love and loss in Hartcliffe.
[Contains explicit language]
This story was created in the artist’s own time.
[rap over music]
See girl; this is what me and you could have had. We could’ve been something girl. This one’s for you.
Girl back then we had ????
Now you won’t even blow a kiss for me.
I walk on by, you don’t even say “Hi”,
As if I wasn’t even there.
I guess you just don’t care.
Girl when we start talking you’re still walking.
I’m like “Slow down!” – she does nothing but frown.
When I see you giggle with your mate I wonder, “Are you talking about our first date?”
At the end, I spoke to her friend,
I said “Could you ???? out”, I said “Fair shout.
They were there that night: things were going alright then her boyfriend came.
I was put to shame.
She ran to give him a kiss,
I said to myself “Girl that’s what I miss.”
When he went home we were finally alone.
I said “He’s a nice bloke.”, she said “Yeah, but it’s a shame he snorts coke.”
I said “Oh, what a pity, but you still look pretty.”
I blinked: rubbed my eyes – I realized,
She had a secret crush.
I thought “Ain’t that lush?”
We were going on,
She even showed me her thong.
They were going fast,
Took off the basque.
I said “Remember when we made out down by the lake?”
She said “Yeah, my orgasm was fake.”
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