- Joined
- May 22, 2009
- Sythe Gold
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- 198
Yeah, so I hate my voice, but I like to write lyrics so I'll just post them here. Tell me what you guys think. And oh yeah, spelling and grammar isn't the best because when it comes to me I just put it down, don't really worry about that stuff.
Yo, you was my babe, and i was your boo,
but now it look like this shit ended out of the blue,
yeah i miss you sometimes and really i just want you,
im sorry for the shit that is say, the weed got me feeling like im sippin bombay,
and just know that your friends hate me, and you do too,
but id give it all up just to have you
so tell me why, cant we start this shit over,
it wasnt ever about you just bending over,
i tried to make things work but it didnt work,
so now im sitting with a pen, feeling like dirt,
and i know you'd kill me if you just had a chance,
please forgive me and let my lyrics advance,
can we please forget about it and just dance,
i like your soul, but i really love your pants,
and im optimistic but this shit sounds like a rant,
and these days its hard to find a fan,
i got alot of haters but im still tan,
and yes im sixteen, please don't bitch,
your 22 and your friends call you snitch,
i stay true never turn my back on anyone i love,
even if a knife in my back they dug,
im still real and i know you know that,
breakin out the pesticides to kill you rats,
you spending all your money on some polo hats,
im still rockin vans and getting that snatch,
and this is insanity, i really love the vanity,
these lyrics spew profanity..
More lyrics;
you suckas still spittin out verses about swag this swag that,
i dont care about gucci loafers or a polo hat,
and thats a fact,
im everything you lack,
im white, sixteen, but please take a seat,
ill show you im the one to defeat,
im killing every beat,
you couldnt stand the heat,
and now you on fire, screaming i aint a liar,
pants on fire, haha, get it, thats dire,
i can joke and rap and still make sense,
you niggas make cents,
im multi billion lyrics, hence,
the aston martin sitting by the fence,
that guards my mansion, you tense,
calm down, these words make sound,
so profound, im standing on a mound,
about to strike you out, you a hound,
im faithful, and very hateful,
this beat suits me cause im dateable,
and im da shit, put that on the table,
im able to commit felonies,
go unseen, in the dark, you fiend,
crack rocks, crack mountains,
crib sittin on a beer fountain,
you sittin on a can tin,
bitching and rantin.
Yo, you was my babe, and i was your boo,
but now it look like this shit ended out of the blue,
yeah i miss you sometimes and really i just want you,
im sorry for the shit that is say, the weed got me feeling like im sippin bombay,
and just know that your friends hate me, and you do too,
but id give it all up just to have you
so tell me why, cant we start this shit over,
it wasnt ever about you just bending over,
i tried to make things work but it didnt work,
so now im sitting with a pen, feeling like dirt,
and i know you'd kill me if you just had a chance,
please forgive me and let my lyrics advance,
can we please forget about it and just dance,
i like your soul, but i really love your pants,
and im optimistic but this shit sounds like a rant,
and these days its hard to find a fan,
i got alot of haters but im still tan,
and yes im sixteen, please don't bitch,
your 22 and your friends call you snitch,
i stay true never turn my back on anyone i love,
even if a knife in my back they dug,
im still real and i know you know that,
breakin out the pesticides to kill you rats,
you spending all your money on some polo hats,
im still rockin vans and getting that snatch,
and this is insanity, i really love the vanity,
these lyrics spew profanity..
More lyrics;
you suckas still spittin out verses about swag this swag that,
i dont care about gucci loafers or a polo hat,
and thats a fact,
im everything you lack,
im white, sixteen, but please take a seat,
ill show you im the one to defeat,
im killing every beat,
you couldnt stand the heat,
and now you on fire, screaming i aint a liar,
pants on fire, haha, get it, thats dire,
i can joke and rap and still make sense,
you niggas make cents,
im multi billion lyrics, hence,
the aston martin sitting by the fence,
that guards my mansion, you tense,
calm down, these words make sound,
so profound, im standing on a mound,
about to strike you out, you a hound,
im faithful, and very hateful,
this beat suits me cause im dateable,
and im da shit, put that on the table,
im able to commit felonies,
go unseen, in the dark, you fiend,
crack rocks, crack mountains,
crib sittin on a beer fountain,
you sittin on a can tin,
bitching and rantin.



