Now and then I think of when we were meeting up
Like when ya said ya felt so happy dat ya met me
Told meself dat you're da Pauw for me
But felt so queepy in ya company
And in me stomach was an ache I still remember
You can sew a patch onto a certain kind of jacket
Like Linkin Park right on me arm, on me arm
Even though me denim combo did not make sense
Well ya said that we would still be friends
I'll admit I was glad, ya didn't judge meee
But you didn't have to post da pic,
Make out like I rolled in poo and never changed me jacket,
I didn't even need a bath
But ya treat me like a weirdo an I feel so gash
No ya didn't have to stoop so low
Have ya friends post the stories of when I pooed me pants,
But now I've wiped up and flushed twice
Now ya just somebody I used to call me Bro
fack off pauw
