Air break hit.
Parachute fails...
Meet me half way....
I love you.
Believe in you.
But you fail me.
Hurt me.
Break my heart.
Steal my soul.
Leave on the ground, after I've been beating down.
Then rob and steal from me.
Am I now dead to you?
-52-
Poetic fun time
Comin' at you like a landmine
Step up and examine my scorched earth
It's famine, torched and birthed you like Mammon
I'm sittin' pretty while you write me a diddy about how I'm fitting
Into all your nightmares, there's light where the sun don't shine
That's the best you're gonna get in under a minute.
Angels have 2 ones
You took the left one
Left me with right on
But now my life don't fly right
I don't know if I'm gonna hit the wall , or the the fucking floor
I try to pull up , but that only makes me throw up
Shooting for a garbage can , but can never make it man
I'll just leave you alone
I wish this plane I NEVER flown.
-52-
I'm the twist in your plot
Tryin'a get me but you're done got
Guess I'm hot and you're not
So just take a seat and make a beat
While I squat a loaf of brown
It's a steamin' mound and you're dreamin'
While I'm beamin' smiles that go on for miles
UH
Why do the raps always go to shit?
Oh,
And I back up a minute. ?
How about just a second?
You said you loved me
Then walked out on me?
Claiming for your family?
What about mine ?
You love me, swear to me
Then crush me, turn your back on me?
I love you
You know I do.
And I still miss you.
Go ahead hit me with what you got.
Your a sling shot
I'm a boomerang
I can hit you more than once
Jinks...by me a coke
I think your better off doing dope
I'm the real thing
Number 52 is king
(Mike drop)
You play me like a fiddle
and eat me like a skittle.
You save the red ones for last
And now I'm part of the Z
And I love poutines
One last thing
I always loved you
Even when times got tough
I came back , just your smile was enough
We are broken
We can be fixed
To you I'm addicted
And what the fuck are you saying?
Do you think that I'm playing?
Do you post from a flip phone?
Only God Only knows.
I've been back there
But I'm now back here.
Tell me you love me
But then screw me.
Saving this one for last
Do you here the bomb blast, no?
No. You now have ringing in the ears.
Now let me make one thing clear
I'm the real thing
Take your ass back to Burger King.....
Oh. Buy me a chocolate shake while there....
I'll see your ass here next year
Just need to take break.
Just need some air space.
:)
At this juncture, I really must insist that we take a moment to review the difference between “your” and “you’re.”
In my mind's eye, I see Dev step into the classroom with a riding crop...
Almost "Bitch School" style...
They riding crop was the first thing you noticed? Not the leather miniskirt or thigh-high “fuck you” boots?
Hey, I have a thing for riding crops.
THREAD HI-JACK in progress.
This MY thread, not God damn chat room.
