See what I want so much, shit never hurt this bad, Never did this before, that’s what the virgin says. We’ve been generally warned, that’s what the surgeon says. God talk to me now, this is an emergency, And she claim she only with me for the currency, You cut me deep bitch, cut me like surgery, And I was too proud to admit that it was hurting me, I’d never do that to you, at least purposely. We breaking up again, we making up again, But we don’t love no more, I guess we fucking then, Have you ever felt you ever want to kill her? And you mix them emotions with tequila, And you mix that with a little bad advice On one of those bad nights, ya’ll have a bad fight And you talking ‘bout her family, her aunts and shit And she say “Motherfucker, yo momma’s a bitch!” You know, domestic drama and shit, all that attitude, I’ll never hit a girl, but I’ll shake the shit outta you!, But Imma be the bigger man, Big Pimpin’ like Jiggaman, Oh I guess I figure it’s bittersweet, See what I want so much, shit never hurt this bad Never did this before, that’s what the virgin says We’ve been generally warned, that’s what the surgeon says, God talk to me now, this is an emergency. And my nigga said I shouldn’t let it worry me, I need to focus on the girls we getting currently, But I been thinking and it got me back to sinking and this relationship it even got me back to drinking all this Hennessy It’s gonna be the death of me And I always thought that you having our child was our destiny But I can’t even vibe with you sexually Cuz every time I would try, you would question me Saying “You fucking them girls, disrespecting me? You don’t see how ya lies is affecting me. You don’t see how our life was supposed to be. And I never let a nigga get that close to me. And you ain’t cracked up to what you was supposed to be. You always gone, you’ll always be where them hoes’ll be.” And this the first time she ever spilled her soul to me, I fucked up and I know it G, I guess it’s bittersweet poetry.
why don’t you ever call me when i’m upset.. yes, you do call me often but there’s times when i need you the most, and you’re just gonna dissapear for a moment and leave me in pain & angrier. i’m your girl, i love you & i need your attention when i’m upset, you’re supposed to make me feel better….
I know i had a good day and all but this has really been on my mind. Okay sooooo this boy (the same boy who talked about me for a good hour or so and then knocked my stuff out of my hands last week) was talking to my friend, scubby. So i was just standing there, awkwardly of course, because i was waiting for them to finish and i didn’t want to be an asshole and interrupt even though i have like no respect for the kid. So i was just looking around when out of the blue he goes “the fuck you lookin’ at bitch?” and i didn’t say anything because i didn’t think he was talking to me. So i just kept walking and he was all like “bitch i’m talking to YOU!” ARE YOU SERIOUS? What makes you hate me so much? I haven’t said two words to the kid! And the funny thing is, we used to be cool! I don’t understand what happened. But that shit is NOT cool. But i’m never mean to people. I don’t like to be. But next time this shit happens, he gone get it. I’m tired of this. How could you be so heartless and careless to treat someone like that? Whateverrrrr. I’m just patiently waiting for the next time he says something to me. Cause it’s OVER WITH. But i’m still in a good mood. So fuck it. Okay, my pointless venting is done. You can get back to your life now(:
Missing my dance and everything for this fuck ass surgery. The last time I’ll get to see everybody together since I’m changing schools next year and I can’t even go because she doesn’t want to change the days she took off. Ugh. -__-
I say I’m not pretty. Not because I’m looking for attention or compliments, but because that’s truly how I feel. I don’t believe that I am pretty because I can see everything you don’t. I see how my stomach looks when I’m standing in my bra. I see the face under the make up. I see every little flaw about myself, even if you can’t. I say I’m not pretty because I’d be lying if I said I was.
it means that my feelings for you are starting to adjust. I’m getting comfortable around you that I could call you names, diss you a few times; ‘cause I’m starting to get used to you. I hope you won’t take it personal, because you know that I won’t hurt your feelings or ever be disrespectful towards you. It doesn’t make sense, but this is a way for me to show you that I’m starting to get attached to you.