Try Space

By Dual Core

On Zero One

Released on April 27, 2007

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[Verse 1]

My friend's got a friend who's about my age

One day popped up on my MySpace page

No real reason, it was fate I guess

Sent me a message and a friend request

She liked my style and she wanted to talk

Or meet some place, maybe go for a walk

We went to a flick, starrin' it Will Smith

Came out the movie and we started to kiss

Jumped into dating, started out-pacing

It was all good, things were amazing

Late night talks, we had to share smiles

Leaving cute comments all over our profiles

It was so different like day, night, and fog

Even had people subscribe to my blog

All the same, my place, her place

Both number one in our top eight friend space

You know what I'm saying?


[Chorus]

She liked the wild style

She liked the wild style


[Verse 2]

We're still doing well for as good as it seems

But we constantly argue the stupidest things

Insignificant, it really depends

I don't want a break, I'm just thinking a bend

Might sound weird, but I'm seeing a trend

Let's keep hangin' out, I just wanna be friends

(Whoops!) that did it, let it begin

Her lid blew off from the pressure within (Aaaahh!)

I don't mean in an emotional way

Think Mt. Saint Helens, I'm talkin' Pompeii

I just wanted space, she won't leave me alone

Posting mad comments and calling my phone

No way to shake her, she's stuck in a zone

Waiting at my house every time I come home

Re-straining order from the court is complete

The radius for my space is 500 feet

How did this happen?


[Chorus]

She got the wild style

She got the wild style


[Verse 3]

No restraint from the order I tried

Can't sit in my house without her looking inside

Spying on me like there's something to hide

But she takes off quick before the cops arrive

Plus the court order isn't helping my pride

It's not like I'm dealing with a felony crime

Ruining my chances with girls that I like

To be my own person and live my own life

Penalties, arguments, growing so mad

Referees blowing, throwing a yellow flag

It's gotta end now, no time to play out

Nothing is working to find a way out

She just needs a guy so that I'm replaced

I set her up fast with a friend on MySpace

She's hooked up now, I checked the guesswork

And made sure dude was in extended network

Haha, yeah


[Chorus]

I got the wild style

I got the wild style


[Skit]

It's one in the morning, stop working on that album

I'm calling the cops... one minute