Monday, March 23, 2009
What's Up
I'm running out of patience'Cos I can't believe what the hell I'm hearing
And speaking of hell
It don't compare to this heat
That I am feeling
Can't forget to breathe slow Count from one to ten
With my eyes closed
'Cos ladies take it in
And get composure
Before i lose it get composure
I am gonna breathe slow Count from one to ten
With my eyes closed
'Cos ladies take it in
And get composure
Ladies never lose composure
Somebody better hold me back You're lucky I know how to act
(So lucky ain't gunna attack)
I'm being calm and cool
But believe me you
It's taking everything to just
Breathe breathe breathe ...
V.I.P usher with metalic shoes that welcomes in-grown toenails, and hair yanked up to the ugliest position ever, with minor scratches and a broken smile. At the other side of my pretty cottaged life...
Screw you fool.
Its a crappin' honeymoon year, you ain't giving me face cowboy. Probably thinking im some nutcase trying to hook you up or something, im trying to save your life, miserable onion. One day, you bet your twig ass you gonna thank me. Ruthless yankee. Yaw gonna thank me mate, for bursting your fairytale bubble.
How mortifying this is.
Right on the contray, I found someone that looks like Jordin Sparks. Thats right sistaw. I wish I could like hug Jordin Sparks to sleep or something. Adios for now.
P.S: I vent my anger by writing unique words.
On 7:55 PM, Elizabeth Zee Sparks let go.
