Email Yurms (Ft. David Shawty & Yungster Jack)

[Chorus: Yurms]
Yeah, you wanna break it up
I told her to take it off
Yeah, tell me you love me
Uh-uh, she ain't sayin' much
Yeah, really a youngster, really a kid
But we ain't playin' much
Yeah, gettin' my chains and gettin' my money
No, we ain't changin' up
Yeah, now we going up and she say it's exciting
Yeah, rockin' the beaver, I bet PETA doesn't like me
Yeah, hit it like lightning, it's a trick of the lighting
Tell me you love me, it's not somethin' you gotta hide it
I'm a coach like Fizdale, I'll cover your wrist, girl
I got this shit new, yeah, you got it from resale
I been countin' blues, yeah, it came through the email
I been hittin' you, yeah, you ain't ever read them

[Verse 1: David Shawty]
(David)
Treat me how she wanted, hit the city, arms out
In the back of the car, she want me to play with her kitty
Like Percocet, she made me warm and itchy
Pop out at the arcade, I'm here but I'm far away
We're on the highway, stay facin' the rear view
The pack on my lap like a lap dance
I got a feeling it's my last chance
And she didn't even give a fuck, but, shit, I never fucked up
Energy metre running low, snort the Adderall off the truck