AM PM (Aaron Mack) - High School Lust lyrics

Intro: Lil story for y'all, you know story time, I don't how many pictures I've been painting that well So vibe with me for a minute Verse 1: High school lust, take a bus to the bu*t just to bust, tell lies to his mom, he don't wanna hear her fuss Said “I meant to stop, I meant to quit, but she got that bomb, she too thick,” So he call her phone, no one's home come over, knew it wasn't love but that's not what he told her Drive long range he ain't need no rover, keep a lot of green four clover, on it, but One day, he went and slipped up though, mama called, he answer, but he ain't hang up though She hear him f**ing over the phone and said f** no, mama used to trust him now she goin cut throat Got home put into interrogation, mom know the truth and she losing all of her patience Now he under strict watch tight wrist game, gotta play better if you try this game Got 5 dips and he tryna lock lips with em, look at them thighs and hips he tryna get in her Guessing he really wanna smash like hulk, favorite one of the 5, the one that deep throat OH, (2x) she be screaming for some more, he be feenin' so he go, hit it from the back wheel barrow One girl changed it, went and then rearranged it, fall for her and drop the others on some loose change sh** He said girl you shine like a Kanye chain, and girl you fine nah that ain't game She said, you ain't the only one, Karma gon' owe me one Matter fact I'm on my way to go and give your homie some Sorry that I did you wrong but I can't be the lonely one, mad that he lost the game before he only won Hook: I'm bored, ain't nothing to do, so if you ain't on sh**, maybe Imma call you (2x) for now I'm bored, I'm at the crib, someone slide on me, who got the whip, I got writers block so I just kinda sit So I'm a t the crib stuck at the crib (2x) Verse 2: f** women and write songs, some hoes act like they don't know that they all hoes Like, “yea I used to be, truthfully, I'm a newer me,” and all this other talk but in the end they end up srewing me,” Can't see me like missing socks that the drier took, I'm raw, can't find a good enough fry and cook I gotta use at least two lines to flex, if she doing meats (meets) I do like to stretch She gave the crew neck, we don't even like to sweat her (sweater) I feel bad, getting a** made it little better All the hoes that love music love screwing, how I'm supposed to find love, no I can't do it Cooler than air condition in the winter so cool it, both her legs up like 12'o clock, noonish I'm bored writing about who*e on my mind, R. Kelly hoes try to bump since I'm on my grind Pizza up on the dresser, computer up on the bed, doing stupid dances to songs that's in my head Then blast music, act stupid, going through my phone, mannish thoughts where the cooch is Call a pro she can come blow me, cuz I can't stand a hot chick with cold feet Tryna get more neck than a neck tie, spit game like my mouth produced an X box She pop and lock, I got a key and can opener, she giving me top and so I keep standing over her 7:30 mama come home around 8 so 7:45 get the f** up out my place Cleaning back up hope mama don't notice, damn get the f** out ain't even tryna be bogus I'm done with my day just tweaking chilling and playing, what's the move for tomorrow cuz I don't wanna be saying Hook