Christ, why you pickin' up your phone this late? I only called you, cause I knew that it'd 5 AM in LA She tell me he gon' flip me like he flip his cousins back south But she don't know that I went from country dick, early this month A hater would create a face, create a, the human race Come to me in my wet dreams and try to, tell me to give face I'm at a whole back home, talking celluloquies made of silicone Her bones overlapped, she was like a rake in his lap When you leave me, I need to go take my mind off your dick Get some yogurt, cover pretzels, and a pound of a clit But that don't mean that you can leave me just to leave me this way I'm still her topic on the black market, currency favorite these days She think I'm current, cause they call me a contemporary slug The kind that leave no trace, remorse, go down with my shirt buttoned up I don't lean on you, you lean on me, I'm skinny, call that neighborly Side specific to my picnic, fuck a knife when I get thicc But you wouldn't know that, cause we ain't gone through that Canadian schoolgirl, land act, connected anime, drool black Ha ha ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha Angelina, is that you? Thought I seen you? Let me put my hands on your knees I'm Angelina Jolie Hands on your knees Angelina Jolie Let me put my hands on your knees You can braid my hair Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere I'ma chew that up Sue medium-sized businesses Get my eyes on the candidates running for presidencies Said a good president in my schoolgirl tribe We hang from trees like we apples in the Eden vibe I'm a business meeting on judgment day When the heavens open up to the birds of prey With an orange wedge, smile on a poster, bitch Now your birdwatchers wonder why they call me bitch Angelina, is that you? Thought I seen you?