Late 808

Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian

And now the world around me be get’s moving in slow motion

Whenever she happens to walk by, why does the apple of my eye

Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?

Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistence

And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existence

From a distance I desired, secretly admired her

Wired her a letter to get her, and it went

My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well

Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you

When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp

Damn I wish I wasn’t such a wimp

‘Cause then I would let you know that I love you so

And if I was your man then I would be true

The only lying I would do is in the bed with you

Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, PS love me tender

The letter came back three days later, return to sender

Damn