Hung like wedding veils from her home Those white curtains in her windows Move like a breeze on an un-kept lawn To be on the other side as the one I'm on She talks like water in a gas tank Crawls on walls and smells like rain If she's ever said too much, I Wasn't there or I hadn't had enough Well April comes with hearts in mind She's got a love and I still ain't found mine But there's a corner store where I spend some time And all the men there keep their eyes dry They called the girls in summer skirts on cruiser bikes Like they were praying to God out of spite But it ain't a girl's fault, just some fault those men That make her the muse to their bitterness So when I pass the home of the one I think of And go down where my thoughts come from I don't wish her any wrong I'm just not wishing much good to that one she loves See when she wakes up in her morning bliss I hope his lips are just too chapped to kiss And there's an ingrown hair and arthritis in his wrists And his eyes are glued shut by mucus When the sunlight kisses her warm skin Hope it directs its attention to burning him Though I hate to give her reason to smear aloe vera, all over Imagine all that aloe vera just getting smeared across him All over Vera, that's aloe vera, all over his skin so crisp As long as bikes get stolen by neighborhood kids I'll be around to purchase them

This is CDG, it's not no chancla Bitch, I'm ridin' through yo' town with the chopper Boy, you lookin' like a clown, you's a oppa' I'm grindin' on yo' bitch's tail like Benihana There's only one race The human race What about NASCAR? Undercover Bitch, I do not fuck with no Dickies, mothafucka', uh Make that hoe swallow all my kiddies Then I duck her, uh You's a fuckin' rat, call you Mickey I'ma touch her, uh Don't get no blood on my- Undercover Bitch, I do not fuck with no Dickies, mothafucka', uh Make that hoe swallow all my kiddies Then I duck her, uh You's a fuckin' rat, call you Mickey I'ma touch her, uh Don't get no blood on my- I got no heart, but the money make me fall in love Feel like Mozart, I'm paintin' different pictures off the drugs Say I go hard, and now she tellin' me she wanna fuck In this Goyard I'd rather get the money, count it up Bitch, I'm Nascar, always know my shit is precise In a fast car Finna crash it, take my own life Ain't no capper, life too short to tell you a lie Need to capture a girl that look like 666 bride This is CDG, it's not no chancla Bitch, I'm ridin' through yo' town with the chopper Boy, you lookin' like a clown, you's a oppa' I'm grindin' on yo' bitch's tail like Benihana You shop at Marshalls, bitch, that's Raf on my collar I wanna bend up in her pussy like Katara I'm off a Lucy listenin' to Tame Impala Bitch, I'm Nascar, you lookin' like an imposter (Bitch, yah) Undercover Bitch, I do not fuck with no Dickies, mothafucka', uh Make that hoe swallow all my kiddies Then I duck her, uh You's a fuckin' rat, call you Mickey I'ma touch her, uh Don't get no blood on my- Undercover Bitch, I do not fuck with no Dickies, mothafucka', uh Make that hoe swallow all my kiddies Then I duck her, uh You's a fuckin' rat, call you Mickey I'ma touch her, uh Don't get no blood on my-