A Problem

There is this girl i fancy at school, i mean, this isnt your typical fancy, this is real love.
Anyway, she fancies a guy she hasnt ever met, and everytime me and friends go out, she always comes and she is always texting this boy and calling him and it is tearing me apart.. i cant look her in the eye because if i do ill tell her how i feel and cry. And we have a good friendship.

Help.

and my mom got scared
And said you're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She give me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
Put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it
First class yo this is bad
Drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of Bel-Air live like
Hmmm this might be all right

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said "Fresh", and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought man forget it yo homes to Bel-Air

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'yo homes smell ya later'
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air