Oh-oh no, oh-oh no
Oh-oh no, oh-oh no
You said, “Hey, girl, will you sit with me?
Table in the back of Cafeteria C?
We can be friends if you want to be
But only 'til the clock hits three
After lunch, we can walk to class
Talk about the boys that we want to smash
Talk about ways to get a little more cash
After that I’ll ignore your ass”
The hassle, the fighting, they all want a bite of me
Photos, more photos and gossip 'bout hoes that they don't know
Oh, they talk shit though
I don't want no lunchbox friends, no
I want someone who understands, oh, oh, no
Come to my house, let's die together
Friendship that would last forever, no
No lunchbox friends, no, oh, no
No lunchbox friends
Come to my house, let’s die together
Friendship that would last forever, no
No lunchbox friends, no
