At The Ball

I know you don't fit in at the classy ball,

Because round the corner you were getting fucked up the wall,

Exploded the time and the strength that it took,

To get you so I can read you like a book,

That why radio plays the song we heard,

The first date we had the song about the birds,

But it turned medieval the second you spoke,

That why at the ball you were high off the smoke,

Because comparisons to you would be Lohan or Winehouse,

Drugged up in love but pop a couple E's back at my house,

I was at the ball when I heard you screaming,

Dancing to the song you must be dreaming,

But the weed made you laugh and the beat made you high,

So if you wouldn't mind stepping aside,

Because the ball isn't for you even if the gown is expensive,

But the second I say to leave you get all defensive,

But there's other girls at the ball which I could easily fuck,

You looked like you had been hit by a truck,

Collisions were hard that's why you looked like a train wreck,

If I was the king I would cut your head from the neck.